At this point, little Wanqi on the sickbed rubbed her eyes with her chubby little hands, then flapped them in the air, signaling that someone should pick her up.
Mama Lin hurriedly reached out, wanting to hold her baby granddaughter.
But someone beat her to it, scooping Wanqi off the bed.
"Our little Qiqi must be hungry, isn't she?" Papa Lin cradled his granddaughter in his arms, cooing, while Wanqi seemed to recognize her grandfather. She pressed her soft little cheek against his, puckering her little mouth in distress. She seemed scared awake by the loud voices, or perhaps she was actually hungry.
"No crying now."
Papa Lin tenderly comforted Qiqi, "If anyone dares to tease our Qiqi, grandpa will beat them up. Ask them to be Qiqi's horse, alright?"