Mrs. Wu reached out her hand, "Let me give it a try."
Old Mrs. Song glared, "Don't even think about it! Still have designs on my great-grandson? You're dreaming."
Like a hedgehog with all its spikes raised.
Mrs. Wu frowned, "You can't recognize a kind heart when you see one. Hurry up and give me the child. You know as well as I do that, even though I may not compare to your expertise in neurosurgery, at least I can soothe a child better than you can.
I can calm a child better than you. Hurry up and give me the child."
Without further ado, she took the child into her arms, gently and softly soothing Tang Yuan, loosening the tight swaddling, rubbing her palms warm to gently massage Little Tang Yuan's belly.
As expected, it didn't take long for Little Tang Yuan to gradually calm down, the cries stopped, and he cheerfully flailed his little hands and feet, becoming lively.
