Lu Yin was instantly amused by this little brat, holding him and turning around, so his back was to Lu Meng, and pinching his soft, white cheeks.
"You're crying even when uncle holds you?"
"Boo-hoo..." Little Jingxing's timid appearance, with tear-filled eyes, was especially pitiful.
Children are wary of strangers, and not having seen him for a long time, Jingxing was still afraid of this unfamiliar person.
The little body squirmed, almost twisting like a worm, desperately wanting to go to Lu Meng.
Lu Yin couldn't handle him, so he had to hand him over to Lu Meng. "Alright, go to your mom."
Back in mom's arms, Little Jingxing whimpered twice, clutching her collar tightly, and glanced at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin rubbed his forehead, half-annoyed and half-amused, "Alright, understood. Uncle won't hold you, okay?"
After a while of comforting, Jingxing stopped crying.
After a long flight, both Lu Meng and Jingxing were tired, and Lu Yin urged them to go upstairs to rest.
