Chapter 35 Hu Shuli heard An’an crying and quickened her pace. She took her son from her father’s hands and gently soothed him. By then, An’an had stopped crying, but teardrops still clung to his curled eyelashes, and his little mouth was pouted in a pitiful manner. “Dad, what’s wrong with An’an?” Both the nanny and the childcare expert had praised An’an as a well-behaved and easy-to-care-for little boy. It was rare to see him crying so hard like this. Old Mr. Hu stood with his…