Especially Bai Yi, who was teasing the little one, nervously asking three times in a row: "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?"
Bai Yi thought he had scared the little one into crying, so he panicked immediately.
The little one, unable to speak, could only cry, louder and more urgently, tears instantly wetting his whole face, his little face turning red, while his tiny hands and feet kicked around restlessly.
"An'an? What's wrong?" Jun Moyan became anxious.
"An'an, don't cry, don't cry, daddy's here, daddy's right here." Jun Moyan hurriedly tried to soothe him, gently patting the little one's chest with his large hand, but it was completely ineffective.
Just as they were about to rush to the hospital, Qing Yi suddenly had a thought and asked, "Did the little master have an accident in his pants?"
With that, they all seemed to catch a whiff of something.
"Third Young Master, pick up the little master, let me take a look." Qing Yi said.
