"The world only loves Mommy. A child with a mother is like a treasure, but without a mother's embrace..."
The tender voice repeated this line over and over. Qiu Ying listened from below, her heart felt as if pierced by a thousand needles—sour and aching.
"It's all your fault! Why did you have to scold him earlier? Our baby is the most delicate, he can't handle things like this. If anything happens to him, I won't live either..." Qiu Ying broke into sobs as she spoke.
Hearing his wife's cries, Xiao Tingshen was flustered. He held her arm and sighed, "It's my fault, but please don't say things like that. If you weren't here anymore, what would I do?"
"Your grandson might be gone, and you're worrying about what you'll do? You… you better find a solution quickly, do you hear me!" Qiu Ying was so angry she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Twenty minutes later, Lu Zi'an arrived.