At this moment, Si Mochen's heart was extremely complicated.

Xia Zhichu looked at her daughter crying sadly and began to get anxious no matter how she tried to comfort her.

Usually at this time, the baby's voice will gradually become hoarse from crying, and in severe cases, it may start to develop asthma.

Xia Zhichu thought about it, then shamelessly said to Si Mochen, "How about I stay here tonight, and leave after the child falls asleep?"

Si Mochen was about to refuse, but when he turned his head, he saw his daughter's aggrieved look and suddenly felt extremely distressed.

He also knew Xia Nianchu's situation and couldn't get too excited.

If Xia Zhichu is forced to leave now, it will probably cause even stronger protests from the child.

In the end, he said nothing and walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

Silent silence is the best consent.

Xia Zhichu knew that this man had softened his heart. While feeling relieved, she hugged her daughter even tighter and said, "Mommy won't leave. Mommy will stay with my sister."

In this way, Xia Zhichu stayed as a matter of course.

As night fell, a familiar voice of command came from upstairs.

"Daddy, I want to eat!"

The man who was working in the study pressed his aching brow. Just as he was about to go out to cook, his hand was on the doorknob when he heard Xia Zhichu's voice from downstairs, "Mommy will cook tonight. Daddy is busy. Don't make any noise!"

The little guy refused to listen and complained dissatisfiedly, "Mommy is not the mistress of this house, why should she cook for stinky daddy?"

Xia Zhichu was helpless. His son's words hit the nail on the head and were so heartbreaking.