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Qi Cong was also woken up by Xiaoshun's crying. He jumped out of bed reflexively, his bleary eyes looking at Xiaoshun, "Why is Xiaoshun crying? Is he uncomfortable? Or hungry?"
Seeing his anxious expression, Mai Xiaomai found it both amusing and touching, "He's probably hungry."
"Then I'll make some formula."
Qi Cong was about to get out of bed.
"Aunt Zhang has already gone to wash the bottle, you don't need to."
"Oh."
Qi Cong sat by the bed, staring blankly at Xiaoshun's crying little mouth, feeling waves of heartache.
"Mr. Qi, really, you don't need to stay with us like this."
Mai Xiaomai continued to persuade him, "During the day, Aunt Zhang and I can handle it."
"It's okay, I'm just idle."
Qi Cong insisted on staying, and seeing that it was time for lunch, he said to her, "I'll go down now to bring you lunch. What would you like to eat?"
"Anything will do, as long as we can eat it."
"Aunt Zhang, what about you?"
Qi Cong looked at Aunt Zhang.
