The gaze swept over the face of her father, Lin Baoshan, which was full of unease, and finally fell on the crying and restless baby in her mother, Wang Suxia's arms.
Her expression suddenly softened, and the corners of her lips slightly curved up.
She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching the child's cheek, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Dudu, don't cry... good girl, auntie is back."
Dudu was still crying, looking at her curiously with watery eyes.
At this moment, Peng Xiaomeng hurried over, taking the child from her mother-in-law's arms, skilfully patting and soothing, "Oh dear, sorry, sorry, the child might be hungry. Feeding a little milk will help..."
The crying gradually subsided, and the banquet hall fell back into a strange silence.
Lin Muxue raised her head, glanced at her bewildered mother, and the surrounding eyes that were either reverent, dazed, or probing.
Her chest heaved slightly.
