Song Wanting spoke harshly in the front words, but more sadly in the back. After the last few words, her tears rolled down her cheeks.

The child was still crying in her arms. She was out of breath and her little face was red.

"What are you talking about? I don't have so many ideas! Feed the baby quickly. Look at how much he cries. Feed him quickly! uuuuuuuuuuuu Let's wait for the baby to stop crying!"

The more urgent Xia Yihan was, the less anxious Song Wanting was. She looked at her coldly and said, "I won't feed you. You can just take the opportunity to tell Ye Zimo...