In fact, everyone also understood how pale and empty their words of comfort were, so even though most people spoke optimistically, their brows could not help but frown.

It would be okay if the baby really walked away on his own, but if...

Some people have already sighed deeply in their hearts.

...

His voice was so dry that it almost seemed to stick together. The word "Chuan" between Mr. Zhou's uncomfortable brows became even more profound. He picked up the tea cup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

The tea is already cold.

Bitter and astringent

The foam from the tea leaves stuck in his throat, making Mr. Zhou even more uncomfortable.

"Grandpa Zhou, tea."

Xiao Xiao handed another cup of tea to Mr. Zhou.

Zhou Lao was stunned for a moment, then took the tea cup and poured it down his throat again.

The right temperature moistened his sticky throat.

The much more comfortable throat made Mr. Zhou's brows relax a little.
Chapter completed!