Yu Minglang was left feeling utterly defeated by Panpan's crying. Qian glanced at his helpless, silly expression with disdain and brushed him off, "Good for nothing!"
"Maybe I should just knock him out. I could chop him on the neck and he'd fall asleep right away," Yu Minglang suggested, as if trying to salvage his image in Qian's eyes.
"Get lost!"
How could he possibly use the same methods on a small child that he uses on criminals? And even think of hitting the neck—what a ruthless thought!
It wasn't just Qian who looked down on Yu Minglang; even the sister-in-law couldn't stand it.
Pushing Yu Minglang aside, Qian crouched in front of Panpan and whispered something in his ear. Panpan immediately stopped crying, resisting the urge to sob. Crying has its own inertia and can't be stopped immediately. He tried hard to hold back, his tears pooling around his eyes.
But he didn't cry anymore, covering his mouth with his little hand, looking pitiful.
