However, he searched through his little backpack for over a minute and still couldn't find his phone, his brows furrowing and his eyes filled with confusion, "Why isn't it here?"
"The phone was clearly inside, but it's gone!"
Little Crybaby couldn't find his phone, and his tone couldn't help but become a bit anxious; even his little mouth puckered up.
"Sister will help you look, don't worry."
Ning Xia took Little Crybaby's backpack, reached inside and searched around, but indeed there was no trace of the phone.
She looked up at him, rubbed his little head gently, and said softly, "Little Crybaby, did you forget to put it in?"
Little Crybaby furrowed his brow and thought for a while, his shoulders sagging down, and he murmured in utter dejection, "It seems like I did... ."
But the next second, he still insisted, "My dad is really handsome."
Ning Xia was amused and nodded along, "Exactly, Little Crybaby's dad is the handsomest!"
"He's even more handsome than the man you like."
