Really Not Sick

Since the door was not closed firmly, the cry was so harsh that even Xixi, who had just fallen asleep, burst into tears as well.

"Whose child is that?" Xia Jingshu looked to the door. The nanny hurried over to close it, but when she came to the door she was stunned.

Because the child in the corridor...

"What's wrong?" Xia Jingshu let her husband push her wheelchair over. Through the door crack, she and the old Mr. Ye both saw the crying child a few meters away, whom they could recognize at a glance because they were too familiar with him.

"Well, it's none of our business. Close the door firmly." Xia Jingshu pushed the door and closed it tightly behind.

The child was not her grandson. Now that his son had divorced He Xiyan, then that child surely had nothing to do with the Ye family.