An Lan hadn't expected the little one's crying to be pretend; it was just to get herself to hold her. An Lan's lips twitched slightly. She had just moved when her arm started throbbing with pain. She sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, her sore arm falling limply down.
"Can't stand having the arm, can you? You can't keep holding a child all the time, after all, it's twenty-one or twenty-two pounds. I'll paste a plaster and rub it for you in a while, otherwise it might hurt even more tomorrow," Aunt Li immediately noticed An Lan's situation and said with a smile.
And the culprit, now already lying asleep in Aunt Li's arms.
An Lan somewhat admired her son's sleeping quality, "No need, Aunt Li. There are plasters at home. I'll put one on later. You don't have to keep holding him. It's just a lesson for me, you see. If you ask me, just put him down on the bed. He'll cry a bit and then stop."
Rebel, once again showing his capabilities.