The light in the living room was on, glowing in a soft amber hue.
"That." Despite treating Zhao Chun as her close friend, at this moment, it was just the two of them and a baby. Tian Sangsang was too embarrassed to easily utter the words "to feed."
She spoke calmly: "Give me Tang Yuan'er, I can stop his crying."
He was clearly hungry.
Zhao Chun's eyes widened briefly before suddenly realizing.
Ah, to nurse.
He blankly watched Tian Sangsang take Little Tangyuan into her arms, his face flushing bright red. He pursed his lips and said, "I'll come back here to hold Tangyuan in a bit." Without waiting for a response, he strode back to his room without hesitation.
Tian Sangsang cradled her pitifully crying little son and loosened her blouse. The moment Little Tangyuan caught the scent of milk, he immediately lunged forward and noisily latched on, stopping his crying.
