Lian Xinying was awakened by the crying of her son.
Initially, she thought he was having a nightmare, but when she truly woke up, she realized the crying was still going on.
Ignoring the severe soreness in her body, Lian Xinying quickly got out of bed.
With her hair disheveled and face unwashed, she ran downstairs.
There was nobody in the living room on the first floor.
This was very abnormal.
And the sound of her son's crying was coming from far away... Could something have happened?!
The playground.
After the helicopter landed, Xiaocheng erupted with a potential beyond Yan Ye's expectations and slipped straight out of Yan Ye's arms.
The little fellow ran all the way... Watching his son run so fast, Yan Ye wondered if he should develop his son's potential in sprinting?
Perhaps he could cultivate a sports champion or something!
To Xiaocheng, helicopters were more frightening than tanks.
