Luoluo was ignored, but he cried alone like a little tearful person, all miserable.
Jun Ye knelt down in front of his son: Little ancestor, please stop crying, okay?
Luoluo continued to cry.
In the bedroom, Bai Lu took the IV bag off the coat rack with her right hand.
"What are you doing?" Jun Ye asked.
At this moment, men are unreliable. Bai Lu was too lazy to even glance at him, only saying: "Hearing the child cry doesn't make your heart ache, but listening to it makes mine feel like it's being cut by a knife. After all, you men haven't experienced what it's like to carry a child for ten months, you can't understand the feeling of flesh separating from your own body."
Jun Ye was slightly silent upon hearing her words, walked over, helped her lift the IV bag, and walked out of the bedroom with her.
In the living room, Yao Ye was scratching his hair, looking exhausted. Hearing footsteps, he saw her come out and asked, "Why are you coming out?"
