Zhuo Jingxu did not want to be separated from Xia Xibei, but it was also impossible for Xia Xibei to take him home.
She carefully stroked his head and coaxed him, "Xuxu, you have to go home and sleep well!"
Zhuo Jingxu sniffled and flattened his mouth, looking at her with teary eyes as he opened his little hands.
It was just a pity that Xia Xibei was very determined, hardening her heart.
"Well, we'll see each other next time. Bye!" Without waiting for Zhuo Jingxu to cry out, she sternly grimaced. "No crying! Otherwise, I can't play with you next time."
Hearing her say so, Zhuo Jingxu immediately closed his mouth, but the tears in the corner of his eyes did not disappear.
The corners of his eyes held a bubble of tears, making him look young, pitiful, and helpless.
Even Qi Yuntian and Zhuo Yu were impressed by his pitiful appearance, almost saying that he could follow Xia Xibei home.
