"Click"—with a heavy sound, the old lady twisted open the thick security door. "What are you talking about? Of course this is my house, bought with money I saved myself."
At this moment, Tuba started crying even louder, sweat broke out on his forehead from crying. The performance looked extremely convincing.
"Hey hey hey, what kind of mother are you— is this even your kid? Look how loud he's crying, and you don't even try to soothe him?"
The old lady didn't give her a chance to argue, reaching out and taking Tuba, gently rocking him in a rhythmic motion while humming some unknown lullaby.
Watching the baby's cries gradually weaken in her arms, her tightly furrowed brows began to relax.
Once Tuba had stopped crying altogether, she slowly shuffled into the house with him still in her arms. "He must be hungry, how could he not be? Young people are just useless these days—can't even care for a child! Did you bring formula? I have hot water at home."
