Little Wuwang walked ahead like a small, valiant warrior, holding Old Lady Qin's hand. In fact, by this time, the stench caused by Little Brother Xingxing had mostly dissipated. But as they entered the door, Little Wuwang's steps paused slightly.
His tender, fair little face was filled with hesitation, yet he took a deep breath like he was cheering himself on, mustering his courage, and finally stepped forward with his little legs.
When he crossed the threshold, he saw Fifth Daddy crouching by the basin.
Yue Ning looked utterly helpless watching Little Star in the basin, who was incessantly letting out deafening screams.
Little Star was splashing in the basin, crying so hard his face was fully flushed, and his neck was about to turn red, looking utterly exhausted.
It's hard to understand how such a tiny tot, such a little thing, could have such lung capacity to cry at such a high pitch!
This little child seemed to be made of water!
