Li Qiao shed tears, and Shang Yu immediately furrowed his thick eyebrows.
The man embraced her, lifting his head to wipe away the bothersome traces at the corners of her eyes, his voice low and tense like a drawn string, "Why are you crying?"
Li Qiao took a breath, leaning forward on Shang Yu's shoulder, "Tonight, I want to stay with him while he sleeps."
The man responded, sweeping aside her stray hair at her forehead, and lowered his eyes, "Okay, I'll stay with you."
They had never stayed with Shang Yin while he slept before.
The child had always been stable since birth, with nannies taking turns caring for him after lulling him to sleep.
If not for suddenly realizing the neglect towards him, Li Qiao wouldn't have thought of herself as an unfit mother.
Shang Yin was the child she endured severe pregnancy nausea for six to seven months to give birth to.
