C259 Cheer Up.

In the bedroom.

The little guy gently used his little hand to wipe Muh Qiqi's tears.

But no matter how he wiped, he couldn't clean it.

The little guy looked at Moh Yanjue anxiously. "Daddy, what should we do? Why can't Mommy wipe away her tears?"

How could Moh Yanjue not be worried?

Facing a woman, crying was enough to make him worry. Furthermore, he didn't say a word. He didn't say anything