On the bed, something seemed to be bulging under the quilt.

Li Yingzhu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled away the quilt. A three-month-old baby was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed tightly.

"Pingping, what's wrong with you? You're running in such a hurry." Zhang Wanru followed closely behind. "Why did you lift the quilt? Don't let your brother catch a cold. Such a young child is weak."

Li Yingzhu probed the baby's breath with her trembling hand, and a look of ...