Xu Jinzhi had soothed for a long time before she finally managed to coax Xie Zhihuai, who had been crying incessantly, to sleep.
But even asleep, the little one still pouted, with an expression looking like he was about to cry at any moment, and with tear stains on his face, he really looked pitiful.
Xu Jinzhi found it somewhat amusing that Xie Yanchuan, as a father, was truly a success; just a few days out of town had left the little one so heartbroken.
The mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly buzzed twice. Xu Jinzhi instinctively glanced at the little fellow in her arms, seeing that Xie Zhihuai was not sleeping soundly, she hurriedly continued to soothe the child, without the slightest attention to spare for her own phone.
After a while, as Xie Zhihuai gradually quieted down, Xu Jinzhi finally checked the time, thinking it must be Xie Yanchuan informing her that he had just got off the plane.
