Xibao in Ye Sihan's arms was crying so much that it would shake the heavens and earth, her little hands reaching out towards Xing Ling, calling for her mother.
Xing Ling stared blankly at the little girl, feeling a pang of discomfort in her heart.
Looking at the three boys, they too were crying and making a fuss, incessantly calling for their mother.
They cried in a way that would move even the hardest of hearts.
Yet Ye Sihan was an exception, forcibly taking Xibao away despite her cries.
When Ye Sihan left, the bodyguard naturally followed with the three boys in his arms.
Xing Ling sat there in a daze for a long time; only when she could no longer hear the children's cries did she snap back to reality.
But she felt her face was wet, and upon touching it, she found her fingers covered in a clear liquid.
Had she been crying?
