The interior of the house was quite bright, and a woman was holding the baby while sweating profusely. Meanwhile, the kid cried like a donkey. His small face was red as an apple. Apparently, he cried very hard. When she saw Gu Xijiu come in, the woman saluted her.
"Did you dare abuse him?! Why is he crying this way?"
The woman kneeled. "No! I have been treating him very well. I would not dare to abuse him."
"Is he hungry?"
"He doesn't want to drink any milk." The woman wanted to cry. "I have found him the best nurse in the city. We have given him sufficient milk, but he still closed his eyes and was not willing to drink it. I tried feeding him forcibly but was unsuccessful."
Gu Xijiu looked at the little doll. The little doll still cried with his small mouth, but his eyes focused on Gu Xijiu now. As their eyes met each other's, the little doll's eyelashes curved upward as if he was smiling.