Handing the disinfected and freshly mixed formula milk to the little guy, and carrying him to the sofa to enjoy it, Xicheng was already breaking into a light sweat and sighed lightly. He sat sideways on the sofa to relax his body.
After only a few seconds, he grabbed the phone on the table and dialed the home number. His gaze fell on the unpacked parcel on the floor, and his finger, already reaching for the call button, involuntarily froze.
Now this little guy has grown to one year old, and just one night has already exhausted him so much; if he were even younger, wouldn't it be even more demanding to care for him? How did Xia Nuan manage to get through this past year?
Was she taking care of the child all by herself, or did she have other help?
Then, before the child was born...
