"Mommy... wuu wuu..." The sound of a child's cry echoed from behind Su Nian, immediately followed by Zhang Yi's troubled and helpless voice, "Miss, the young master has been crying non-stop since you did not return, and I don't know what else to do."
A pang struck Su Nian's heart. Her two children seldom cried. If Yiqiao cried, it meant that something must have happened. Without any consideration for her ongoing feud with the Zheng family, she turned and walked straight towards her children. She lifted Yiqiao out of the stroller, "Son, what's wrong?"
The little one's face was wet with tears, his small hands clutching tightly around Su Nian's neck, "Mommy."
Embracing Yiqiao, Su Nian knelt down. Although Yixin wasn't crying, his little face was taut, his big eyes holding back tears that threatened to fall. Su Nian gently patted Yixin's head, "Yixin, my good child, don't cry."