Pei Chenyang had just reached the stairwell when he unexpectedly bumped into Zhao Mengmeng.
"You came up? I was just about to call you, Tutu is crying." Pei Chenyang said, with a tone suggesting longtime familiarity between a married couple.
Zhao Mengmeng glanced at him and squeezed past him on his side.
Before the two even reached their destination, a sudden scream from He Qianqian came from Zhao Mengmeng's room.
Followed by an even more heart-wrenching cry from Tutu.
The young parents' expressions changed abruptly, "What's going on?" Zhao Mengmeng rushed in first, He Qianqian's screaming continued, her whole body awkwardly hopping around.
"Auntie, what happened?" Zhao Mengmeng rushed in, the child originally held by He Qianqian had now been placed back on the bed.
"Tutu, baby, why are you crying?" Zhao Mengmeng pounced onto her daughter, the little one crying her face tomato red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
