"I've already called home, Sister Jingjing took us to a little store outside the neighborhood to report our safety before sending us back home," Song Yuan Yao said, carefully holding Little Baby as she walked up to Xu Xiuxiu.
Xu Xiuxiu watched her daughter, aaahing in Song Yuan Yao's arms throwing out signals for a hug, instinctively reached out to take her: "Is Mommy's Little Baby being good?"
"Second Sister-in-law, both Little Baby and Little Moon are so well-behaved! When Niuniu was this little, she was incredibly fussy—crying when she peed, when she was hungry, even if you held her the wrong way, she would cry. Back then, it nearly drove me to distraction, and from that time on, I didn't like kids one bit. But today, seeing Little Moon and Little Baby, I've realized that not all kids are the same." Song Yuanming held Little Moon securely in his arms, weighing him and finding that Little Moon wasn't scared at all, even smiling and cooperating with him.
