Li Mingcong responded with a hum, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man standing there with a powerful presence, clearly not someone from his world, and instinctively began to be cautious. However, he still looked at the baby in front of Grandma Zhang and asked, "Is Ning Wan not home?"
The man originally standing there heard those two words, and his eyes instantly darkened slightly. His gaze fixed steadily on the man who just called Ning Wan's name. His thin lips pressed tightly, but there was an undeniable trace of anger and displeasure in his eyes.
"Yes." The baby in the stroller babbled in a language only infants could understand. Grandma Zhang lovingly soothed the baby a couple of times before explaining, "She just went out to buy groceries and should be back soon. It's not easy for her alone. Anyway, I'm free, so I help her take care of the child."
