Fu Yanye held her hand and said, "Baby, I can't help you scribbling like this."

"Um?"

"Let's do it again."

Fu Yanye said, suddenly turning her over again.

Zhuo Jian was dazed and didn't have time to think about anything. The pajamas he had put on for less than two minutes had already been thrown away again.

Wang Yue sent the video in the morning, and Zhuo Jian was still sleeping.

Fu Yanye took her mobile phone and went downstairs.

"Where is your wife?"

Wang Yue hugged Chengcheng and asked.

"She doesn't feel well and is still sleeping. What's wrong?"

Fu Yanye looked at the little guy in Wang Yue's arms with red eyes and frowned slightly.

"Your son started crying early this morning, and I don't know what happened."

Wang Yue said.

Fu Yanye listened, looked at Chengcheng again, and reminded: "Then it's useless for you to find Zhuo Jian now."

"I'm not helpless. I'm thinking that maybe the baby will feel better after seeing his mother. Just don't be frightened by anything. He's been unhappy since he left the city."

Wang Yue muttered in distress.


Chapter completed!