"Wow~ wah~"
Seeing this, Nan Jiayan was just about to say something when the little girl couldn't help but burst into tears, which left Nan Jiayan a bit at a loss. He quickly squatted down, bringing her in front of him, and comforted, "Little Yu'er, how did you get here? Who brought you?"
"Mommy."
"Then where is your mommy?"
"Gone." The little girl's soft baby voice carried a hint of crying, sounding pitiful and quite endearing.
Watching the tears fall down her cheeks, the anger in Nan Jiayan's eyes turned into helplessness. He silently sighed, raised a hand to rub his nose, and calmed himself down.
Meanwhile, Lu Shishu, who was having breakfast in the dining room, was stunned by the soft cry. She stopped eating immediately, got up with a doubtful mind, and walked to the door. There she saw Nan Jiayan squatting, and by leaning slightly to look, she could see a tearful little girl in front of him, looking very delicate and cute.
