Mu Wanqing tried her best not to look at him; she just focused on handing over the child.
But it seemed that her sister sensed something, and when Daddy was about to take her away, she suddenly started crying, a chubby little hand still clutching tightly onto Mommy's clothes.
Mu Wanqing's hair also got caught with the clothes, and when her daughter yanked it hard, she screamed in pain, startling Wen Zhan.
"Baby, Mommy isn't going, Mommy is still holding brother, not going…" Knowing that her little girl hadn't seen her in a long time and didn't want to let go, Mu Wanqing, enduring the pain, immediately soothed her.
But what could a baby of only five months understand? She just instinctively wanted to cling to Mommy, unwilling to let go or part from her.
Wen Zhan tried hard to pacify his daughter, also gently trying to pry her little hand off, but he only managed to pull out the clothes.
Mommy's hair remained tightly clasped between the little girl's fingers.