At midnight, the crying of an infant pierced through the silent night.
"Oh, don't cry, don't cry...
Jia Yuemei, holding her daughter, tried to soothe her as she paced back and forth in the cramped dormitory room.
Shen Xiangnan, unable to sleep due to the noise, sat up in bed, helplessly watching mother and daughter, "If you ask me, you might as well send Erya back to your parents' house. She cries during the day and at night, not only affecting the restaurant's business, but also keeping everyone from sleeping well."
Jia Yuemei flared up upon hearing this, "Is this my fault? Your mother won't help me with the baby, and neither will your little sister, though it would only take a word from her. If no one helps me with the baby, I have to do it myself, don't I?"
"What does this have to do with little sister? She's too busy to take care of her own matters, let alone find time to help you with the baby."