"Dad! Come quickly! Boo hoo! I want you to come!" Xiaocheng didn't get a response from Yan Ye, and his cries grew louder.
Lian Xinying's heart tightened.
What's wrong with her son? Why is he crying so hard?
Lian Xinying almost reacted reflexively, staring at the phone in his hand, wanting so badly to take it and say a few words to Xiaocheng.
This must be a mother's instinct.
"You want to talk to your son?" Yan Ye saw the yearning expression on her face and knew exactly what she was thinking.
She's still the same as before, with her feelings written all over her face.
At the same time, Yan Ye noticed that Lian Xinying's longing expression to answer the phone was exactly like Miaomiao's eager look when she wanted milk.
Lian Xinying didn't speak, but quickly nodded.
Yan Ye didn't immediately give her the phone, instead pondering for a few seconds.
