Mu Qian's voice, as cold as frost, drifted in from outside the door, "What's the matter?"
At the sound of that voice, Rongrong's complexion changed, and she turned to see the man with his long legs striding in. His handsome face was expressionless, but his oblique Jian Mei eyebrows were slightly furrowed. As soon as he entered, he headed straight for Lan Ling.
He had just gotten off work, and at the gate, he heard the child crying. His car sped into the villa compound.
This child had been particularly well-behaved since birth, rarely heard crying. Even at a very young age, he was extremely clean; after wetting or soiling himself, he would just whine softly a few times. How could he be crying so 'miserably' now?
Lan Ling could not comfort him and hastily handed the child, face red from crying, to Mu Qian. The little one especially liked his father, and stopped crying as soon as he was in his arms, though his small body still shivered.
"What's the matter?"
