Luckily, in the dark, all Little Potato could see were those glowing green eyes; he couldn't see his gloomy face, otherwise he would've cried even harder.
Ruan Jiaojiao fumbled around coaxing him for quite a while, even turned on the bedside lamp. One hand rubbed down Little Potato's back, the other pointed at Duan Xi as she explained, "Little Potato, don't be scared, don't be scared, he's not a stranger, this is Brother Xi. Look, someone you know, right?"
Who knew that one little point would ruin everything—Little Potato, who'd just barely been soothed, instantly burst into loud wails again, even harder than before.
She couldn't calm him down, and Ruan Jiaojiao's head was pounding.
What was strange, though, was that even with Little Potato crying like this, Gu Zichen and Shu Lang, who were sleeping on the same second floor, didn't come over to check.
Ruan Jiaojiao had no choice but to keep coaxing him, kissing and hugging, and finally managed to barely settle him down.
