To avoid having her disturb Qianqian and Little Irene, An Qing had no choice but to carry her outside to comfort her.
"What's wrong with her? Did you hit her?" Ling Rufeng was right outside the bedchamber, and upon hearing the crying, his brows furrowed slightly.
"No, she misses Long Xingtian and his wife." An Qing was rendered speechless for a moment, then let out a sigh and patted Beibei's back continuously!
Ling Rufeng remained silent!
"Wuwu wa..."
An Qing said again, "Ling Rufeng, shouldn't we make a plan? If things go on like this, we're really failing Long Xingtian and the others."
"We should make a plan. Hand her over to me, and you go back to sleep."
Ling Rufeng held the crying Beibei, then turned and walked away. An Qing watched Ling Rufeng disappear before returning to the bedchamber.
"Wuwu wa... handsome uncle!"
"Does Beibei want to go back?"
"Yes! I want to see my mommy and daddy right now." Beibei cried with a sob, her little hands constantly rubbing her eyes.
"Alright, then. I'll take you back right now." Ling Rufeng stroked Beibei's little head, a smile curving the corner of his mouth.
"Really? Is little sister going back? Auntie An going back? Are we taking Little Irene too?"
Beibei blinked through her tears and asked repeatedly.
"No... just you are going back." Ling Rufeng shook his head.
"Wuwu wa..."
Hearing Ling Rufeng's words, Beibei cried even louder.
Ling Rufeng placed Beibei at the edge of the God Palace, bent down to stroke her head, and said, "If we go back now, we'll be back by noon, alright? We'll pick up your dad and mom and bring them over together, how about that?"
"Wuwu wa, thank you, handsome uncle!" Beibei turned her tears into smiles, revealing her