"I just hate him. He won't let me see you, nor let me see Mr. Xu." Lin Ling continued to cry relentlessly.
Seeing his strong resistance to Song Tingfan, Lin Qiao didn't say anything further and instead took some pastries from the table to pacify him. It took a good while to calm him down.
Probably because she hadn't been around these past few days and he hadn't slept well, he dozed off with his eyes closed before finishing the pastry.
After a while, she laid him on the bed, but as soon as she put him down, he opened his eyes, "Mom."
He looked as if he was afraid she would leave.
Lin Qiao had no choice but to hold him in her arms and gently pat his back, "Mom is here, sleep well. I'll sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' for you, 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are...'"
The child's eyes gradually closed again, and a bubble of drool formed at the corner of his mouth.
