Aunt Zhou let out a long sigh of relief and lamented, "It's finally quiet... She was crying so pitifully, I even thought about whether we should go to the doctor's to see if she's unwell... I called the young master and he said to wait for a while, so I knew he wanted to contact you."
Mu Wanqing turned her head to glance at her daughter, who was sleeping crookedly on her shoulder, her little face squished out of shape. She carefully tried to lower her daughter's tiny body to make her more comfortable lying across her arms.
But as soon as she moved, the little girl pouted and was about to cry again.
Mu Wanqing managed to hold her sideways, and immediately started to rock and gently coax her, finally stabilizing her.
The Nanny frowned. "Looks like we can't put her down tonight."
"Oh... It wasn't this difficult when she was smaller, how come she's become more troublesome as she's gotten bigger..." Aunt Zhou puzzledly sighed.