Father Qi looked at the old woman's eyes reddening again, as if she was about to wipe tears away, clicked his tongue and said, "Look at you, is this worth shedding tears for? It's not a big deal at all."
Mother Qi wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, sneered, "You're saying that because you're not in my shoes. You had your fill of hugs with your grandson today, hugging Xiao Qi like that... huh, a full man doesn't know what it's like to be hungry."
Father Qi wanted to laugh but felt it wasn't appropriate, so he held back.
"In this whole day, I didn't hold him for even five minutes before he started crying." Mother Qi felt aggrieved again and said, "You know, he would let everyone else hug him. I saw it at dinner tonight, even the most unfamiliar person could hold him without him crying. But I can't. What's the reason? Could it be..."
Her eyes were filled with fear, looking around, feeling uneasy and chilled inside.
