Lin Miao lowered her head. Because she had been crying for a long time, the baby was muttering her mouth now.

"Make some milk powder."

Sister Zhang hurried to do it.

Cheng Yi stood at the door, looking at his son who was sobbing from time to time, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Miao signaled him to get closer, "What disease does my mother have?"

Cheng Yi's expression was gloomy, "I invited someone to come and said he was furious and he had to adjust it slowly."

Lin Miao shook the baby gently and said, "The baby can't cry like this. Have you ever seen it?"

"Look, the baby is too young to take medicine, so I can only find ways to coax it."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yi's eyes became darker and heavier.

It seemed like a coldness passed by.

Lin Jie fixed his eyes.

His eyes were as quiet as ever.

"It won't work," Lin Miao said: "I think the baby is kissing me quite well, otherwise I'll take it back and raise it for a while, and then take it back when my mother gets better."

"This is causing trouble," Cheng Yi said: "You have two more in your family. Besides, the old man is still sick. If he goes there, he will definitely make a noise."
Chapter completed!