Just as her knees were about to hit the ground, a voice sounded at the door.
"Fei'er, Xiangyu, what are you doing?"
The familiar authoritative voice rang out, and Yin Xiangyu's expression changed while her back was still facing the door.
Immediately, she pulled Yin Yufei up from the ground with the fastest speed and took out a mobile phone from her pocket to hold in her hand.
Holding the child in one arm and the phone in the other, she turned to face Yin Zhikun standing at the door.
"Uncle! My phone just fell on the ground, and little sister Yufei helped me pick it up."
Yin Zhikun seemed not to suspect anything, and he affectionately looked at his daughter Yin Yufei, who, however, did not even glance at him, her gaze worriedly fixed on the child in Yin Xiangyu's arms.
He stepped into the room and took the crying grandchild from Yin Xiangyu's arms.
"Wah wah wah—"
Even after being in his arms, the child kept crying.
"Why is the child crying all the time?"
