Lian Xinying: "..."
Why did they have to bring Xiaocheng in here?
Yan Ye turned around and left the room, and when he came back, he was holding a bottle of yogurt.
Soon, Xiaocheng's little paws and mouth were blocked by the yogurt.
This small trouble was solved, but another one followed immediately.
It's true that the daughter was crying, but it's also true that she wouldn't eat.
She opened her little mouth and wailed, but just wouldn't suckle.
Lian Xinying looked helplessly at Yan Ye and sighed, "Is our daughter not hungry?"
"Why would she cry if she's not hungry? She's definitely hungry." He extended his finger toward his daughter's mouth to see if she would lick it.
If the daughter licked, it would mean she was hungry.
But what was going through Lian Xinying's mind?
As Lian Xinying watched Yan Ye put his finger to the daughter's mouth,
