Although Granny Jiang sincerely thought that the middle-aged man next door was refined, witty, with thick eyebrows and aquiline nose, and very handsome! Although the distribution of his facial features was a bit bird-like, he was still very good-looking!
For some reason, the family unanimously agreed that the old bird was old, ugly, and strange.
Didn't she see the same face as them?
Actually, that's not true.
However, Nurse Jiang was unaware of this.
All she knew was that the threat was very effective.
The little dumpling, who had been struggling and refusing to behave, stopped immediately upon hearing this, as if his pressure point had been pressed. He pouted pitifully, leaned on her shoulder, and pretended to be dead with a huff.
Jiang, the wet nurse, curtsied to the boy in front of her with satisfaction, and then, together with Wenlian's wet nurse, carried their respective babies to the room next door.
The room, which was originally crowded with people, suddenly became two-thirds smaller, leaving the remaining third feeling much emptier.
Huo Chengche didn't leave. Instead, he sat down to the side, looking down at the little Changyin in Aunt Lin's arms. Her eyes were still wide open, tears streaming down her face, and her brows were tightly furrowed.
"Long tone, you"
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