"I wanted to ask you to check on A Country's current stance towards Qiaoqiao..."
Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of a child crying on the other end.
Song Yucheng was holding Jingxing in one arm and holding a phone with the other, but Jingxing was uncomfortable, twisting his little body. Worried he might fall, Song Yunchi could only hold him tighter.
This was bad, Little Jingxing suddenly wailed and burst into tears.
Lu Meng, who was preparing milk powder for Jingxing, rushed over when she heard the crying, "What's wrong, Jingxing, my baobei?"
With a phone in one hand, Song Yunchi looked embarrassed, "I don't know either, he just started crying."
Putting down the bottle, Lu Meng took Jingxing from him, holding the baobei in her arms, "How can you hold him like that? He's uncomfortable. He can't express it, so he can only cry."
Once in his mother's arms, Little Jingxing indeed stopped crying, only sniffling pitifully twice.
