Qin Yi was immediately flustered, his forehead sweaty from anxiety.
His dilemma seemed more difficult than commanding operations from behind the scene or leading the three armies. Desperate and helpless, he clumsily comforted her in a murmur.
"Pan'er, honey, don't cry. It's my fault for neglecting Little Yanyan... It's all on me..."
He quickly reached out to wipe the tears from her face, hastily kissed her lips, trying hard to soothe her.
She must feel wronged.
This little woman, whom he has cherished in his heart, he promised to give her the best according to his means. Yet now, he has made her so upset, causing his heart to feel as if it was painfully clenched into a bundle.
However, at this moment, Little Yanyan, nestled in Pan'er's arms, suddenly pouted her mouth, letting out a cry.
Pan'er was startled and quickly pushed away Qin Yi's embrace: "Let go, you're squishing Little Yanyan!"