She naturally couldn't keep up with the Lord's pace and had barely taken a few steps before she was lost in the courtyard, unable to find her way back.
Chu Yifeng had been sullen in bed all day, greatly agitated, constantly haunted by the sound of a child's crying.
He could no longer bear it, gritted his teeth, and said, "Chu Yihan, don't think about monopolizing my daughter anymore!"
Seething with aggression, he headed for Chu Yihan's courtyard. He had just passed the garden when he heard a faint sobbing; he paused, frustratedly pinching his brow.
Ever since he had seen Rong Xi, he had bizarrely contracted a condition where the sounds of her crying and laughing kept echoing in his ears, as if his mind was occupied by her.
But this time, as he halted and listened, it seemed like it really was Rong Xi's voice.