Yan Ye's face was unmistakably weary.
When he reached Lian Xinying, without a single word, he pushed his son into her arms.
Then he took big strides and quickly entered the house.
Fearing that Lian Xinying would cling to him with endless questions.
Lian Xinying had the knack for reading expressions, and seeing Yan Ye's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, she knew he didn't want to talk.
If he did talk, he would surely explode in anger.
Lian Xinying held her son and went back home, put some pants on him, and then fed him a few spoonfuls of clear porridge.
"Baby, tell mommy what you did with Uncle outside today."
Xiaocheng pouted his little mouth, trying hard to think about this painful day.
"Cried!"
Speechless! That was all baby could remember doing outside today.
"What else?" Lian Xinying's heart was wrenching.
If her son had cried all day outside, Yan Ye's guilt would be a bit deep!
"Tummy hurts!" Xiaocheng pouted again, looking pitiful.
"Oh..."
"And I pooped!"
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