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Li Qiao waved away the errant thoughts in her mind and, after greeting Nan Chuyi and the others, headed home.
Old Mrs. Qin was cooking.
There was a new nanny at home, slightly plump and seemingly kind.
The neighbor's old lady was also there, chatting idly with the nanny who was holding the child.
Li Qiao: "Has the child slept?"
"She's asleep," the nanny said with a smile.
Li Qiao: "I've told you several times, when she sleeps, don't hold her. Let her sleep by herself." Isn't the child hot wrapped in a sleeping bag with the heating on in the room?
The nanny said, "She cries when I put her down."
Li Qiao took the child from her arms, unwrapped the sleeping bag, undressed her almost completely, and tucked her into the bed.
The child moved her head twice as if finding a comfortable position and then fell into a deep sleep.
She said, "See? She's not crying."
The nanny's smile stiffened: "She was just crying. Don't believe me? Ask your aunt."
