The little girl was crying irrationally, wailing loudly, just like the kind of tantrums Han Jing had seen thrown by other children before.
She felt a bit at a loss.
She really didn't know how to take care of children or teach them. Xiao Xue had been a source of relief for her since birth, growing up almost effortlessly, listening, and smart.
But now...
She had no idea how to console the child.
Moreover, she indeed felt somewhat guilty, claiming to be in seclusion, but secretly going off to meet Su Yu. Last night, she had coaxed the little girl saying he wasn't her father, and today, she went off to see Su Yu.
It was excessively unfair.
Han Jing bent down to pick up the little girl. The girl was still crying with grievance, rubbing her eyes, making them red.
