After Lin Zishuang returned to the room, Feng Tianyou had already coaxed their precious daughter to sleep.
The daughter was always breastfed, so she was growing particularly well.
Every day when Feng Tianyou came home from work and saw his wife and daughter, he felt that no matter how tired he was, it was worth it.
Seeing the worried look on her face, Feng Tianyou asked, "Honey, what's wrong? You don't look right?"
Lin Zishuang felt guilty, "I just asked the family about it. Grandma fell seriously ill at the beginning of the year, and she still has to mentor the next successor. This time when I came back, I saw that she was much thinner compared to when I left last year. Honey, I feel like I'm so unfilial."
Feng Tianyou pulled her to sit down and held her in his arms, "Don't worry, Grandma is blessed with her own fortune."
