"Wife, don't cry anymore, our Xingxing isn't crying." Yun Hao looked at the soft bundle, not daring to move, fearful of hurting Xingxing. Their daughter was already over a month old, and he, as a father, had seldom held her.
This was the daughter he had longed for many years, and he finally got to see her.
Meng Yunhan wiped her tears, "Okay, I won't cry, I won't cry."
A one-month-old baby, awake for only short periods, soon fell asleep again.
"Mengmeng, are you going to return to your country immediately?" Robert couldn't bear to part with Xingxing. Although she was just a tiny bundle, everyone in the family, young and old alike, adored Xingxing, who was especially cute and rarely fussy, much easier to care for than his sons had been.
"We've been abroad for so long, if we don't go back now, everyone at home will worry. We've troubled you for this period of time."
Robert didn't like Mengmeng speaking so formally; weren't they friends?
