Little Jingxing was hungry, pouting his small lips, with tears welling up in his eyes.
His tiny hand kept clutching onto Lu Meng's clothes, babbling incoherently.
At first, Lu Meng could still calm him down, but gradually, the hungry little one started wailing.
Lu Meng was flustered, "Baobei, don't cry, mommy will soon find the way home... please don't cry."
"Waaah..."
"Baobei, don't cry, so many people are watching."
People around them cast their eyes over.
Some with curiosity, some with confusion, and some with suspicion.
Lu Meng grew even more tense; she didn't like being watched by others, it made her feel uneasy all over. The little one in her arms wouldn't stop crying, and the surrounding people kept staring at the two of them.
"Baobei, stop crying, I'm begging you." Lu Meng reached out to cover Little Jingxing's mouth.
"Hey!"
Just then, a middle-aged woman approached, giving Lu Meng a shove, almost causing her frail figure to stumble and fall.
