Su Yayan felt goosebumps all over her body. Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, and she could vaguely hear her precious son's crying.
Su Yayan's attention was instantly diverted, and she quickly ran out, leaving Huo Chenhuan behind.
The moment the door opened, the little guy, who had already burst into tears, gave a timely belch. He looked at his mother with his big, tear-filled eyes.
His pitiful little eyes hit Su Yayan's heart, making her surrender on the spot. She reached out and pulled him into her arms. "You go ahead and do your work. I'll comfort him."
The nanny was relieved and nodded as she left. Su Yayan then brought the child into the house.
Little Star was really picky. Previously, when the nanny carried him, he cried until her nose was full of snot and tears. When he was in Su Yayan's arms, even though his nose was still sniffling, at least he did not shed tears.