"Wah wah—"
After just one sip, the little one started to cry his heart out.
"Is it because I'm not holding him comfortably?" Mingmei was scared and flustered by Tingye's crying, afraid that it was because she didn't hold him properly.
"No, it's probably because he doesn't want to drink the milk."
Youxuan took her son from Mingmei's hands, soothed him for a while, but the little one continued to sob.
His shiny big eyes blinked, and big tears fell down like rain, looking pitiful.
"Don't cry, don't cry, after today you'll be fine, mommy will never drink alcohol again." Youxuan consoled her son guiltily, seeing him cry so pitifully, she could not stand it and let the servants leave, feeding Tingye a few sips of breast milk.
After only two sips, the little one refused to drink again, crying incessantly.
"Could it be that he hasn't slept enough?" Yiru, seeing Tingye crying non-stop, approached nervously.
"I don't know, he never cries like this." Youxuan was also at a loss.
