Just as she entered the yard, An Ning saw Xiaoniu lying on the ground, crying his heart out.
But the yard was completely empty.
An Ning quickly tried to struggle off Sikong Wuyou, but Sikong Wuyou didn't let go.
Instead, he carried An Ning directly to Xiaoniu's side before putting her down.
And before An Ning could react, he picked up Xiaoniu.
The little child was just over a year and a half old, his speech was unclear, but he could still spit out a few words.
Upon seeing An Ning, he immediately abandoned Sikong Wuyou, reaching out his little paws towards An Ning.
"Sister... hug..."
Due to having just cried, the little rascal's face was smeared with snot and tears, and as he spoke, bubbles even blew out from his nose.
But An Ning didn't feel like laughing at him, instead, her heart hurt tremendously.
"Alright, sister will hug you..."
An Ning reached out her hand, only to be stopped by Sikong Wuyou, "You're not strong enough to hold him, let me do it."
