Seeing Chi Zaozao holding the child and crying, instinctively showing maternal love, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fill with tears.
They were also infected by the atmosphere and wanted to cry.
The men, however, felt that these women were being melodramatic, only knowing to cry when something happened.
Obviously not wanting to feel this sad atmosphere, Xiao Mo spoke up, "Alright, isn't the child back safely? Everyone should feel relieved. Stop crying."
The women wiped their tears, nodding together, comforting Chi Zaozao, "Yes, Zaozao, it's good that the child is back. Don't cry."
Wen Yi helped her to the sofa to sit down, giving her tissues to wipe her tears.
Chi Zaozao looked at the child in her arms, at her small open mouth, babbling in her own language. She smiled slightly and couldn't help but lower her head to kiss her.
Yes, the child is back, which is more important than anything. She won't cry. She won't be sad.
