Xiao Chenyue was somewhat weak, "Chenye, the child is still here, let's go home first."
"Sister!"
He was a bit exasperated, "At this time, you're still tolerating it, making concessions?"
Xiao Chenyue laughed miserably, "It's not about tolerating or conceding, it's because I feel sorry for my daughter. She's too young, and I'm afraid with all this turmoil, something might happen to her."
Logically, one shouldn't cry during the postpartum confinement, but Xiao Chenyue couldn't hold back, she bit her lip, choking, "You brat, why did you come only now!"
A while longer, and she really wouldn't be able to endure.
Wen Ran rushed out from the crowd, "Do you need any help?"
Seeing Wen Ran, Xiao Chenye showed a bitter smile, "I'm really sorry, letting you see such a joke."
"This is not the time to talk nonsense. What's the plan? Are we taking them away, or giving them a beating?"
