C322 Humiliation

Seeing that her daughter was crying, Wenxiaoru's expression eased up immediately. An Xin was an extremely strong child who rarely cried in front of her, so her heart softened in an instant.

Alright, An An. Stop crying. Uncle will stay and play with you.

Lusiwen's heart ached, not less than Wenxiaoru at all, let alone because of this small matter