Upon entering the living room, she tossed her handbag onto the couch without intending to open it.
Xiaobao was still crying incessantly. Xu Chaomu got angry, shook the crib, and snorted coldly, "Xiaobao, if you cry again, I'll throw you into the garbage heap, and then you'll be eaten by wolves. No crying!"
Xiaobao couldn't understand anyway; he only knew he really wanted to cry.
Xu Chaomu was at her wit's end; the little guy had been crying for over half an hour. She covered her ears and walked out of the bedroom helplessly.
She really didn't know why he was crying—he wasn't hungry, sleepy, or wet.
When she got back to the living room, her eyes landed on the handbag.
A sudden thought struck her—last night, when Shen Chi took Xiaobao shopping, Xiaobao was very happy.
He's not the kind of person to shop—it must have been Xiaobao pointing things out.
With that thought, she opened the handbag.
