You are just blaming someone else for something else. Instead of coaxing the child, you are making other people angry.

The man glared at the woman and bowed to the people around him to apologize.

"Sorry, sorry to bother you. The child is not feeling well and is a little fussy. We will definitely comfort him as soon as possible."

Don't hit someone who smiles at you, and the anger of the people around you will subside.

"You guys, it's not like this is your first time being a parent, how come you can't even take care of a child."

"It's such a hot day. If you let the child continue crying, he might faint from crying." Someone couldn't bear to see the child suffer, so he gave the child a few reminders.

The man was good-tempered and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are right, we will pay attention to it."

Everyone understands that we should bring the children out on this day.

After the man showed his attitude, the others stopped making a fuss and gradually quieted down.

In the carriage, the only sound was the child, crying tiredly but still heartbreakingly.

Little Fuman leaned in Ye Zhoushan's arms, blinking his big watery eyes and looking straight at the little brother opposite him.

Ye Zhoushan gently tickled the fat on his daughter's face and said to the man opposite him nonchalantly, "Don't look at me as a romantic and unrestrained man, but I am quite good at coaxing children."

"Bring your kid here, I'll coax him for you."

The man glanced at the little girl in his arms and declined with a smile.

"No need, this child is shy. Don't worry, don't worry, he will be fine soon."

As he said this, he took out a handkerchief and prepared to wipe the child's nose.

Ji Xiaolian grabbed him and said, "Comrade, your handkerchief is so dirty, don't wipe it on the child's face."

The man was flustered and angry for a moment, then smiled again.

"It's okay. We are from the countryside. It's good enough to have a handkerchief."

"Besides, this handkerchief is only used by children. It may not look good, but it is not dirty."

Ji Xiaolian smiled gently: "The child's health is not good to begin with, so you'd better pay more attention to him."

"I have a clean one here. You can use mine and I'll wash yours for you."

The man pulled his hand away and put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

Then he pushed Ji Xiaolian's handkerchief back and said, "Thank you very much, thank you very much, but it's not necessary."