My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Le Bao's attempt to fight the dog resulted in the dog turning the tables on him.

Upon hearing his granddaughter's cries, Lu Jianguo dropped his chopsticks and ran into the house, followed by the others.

"Le Bao, baby, what's wrong? Let Grandpa take a look."

Lu Jianguo frantically tried to check where Le Bao was injured, but didn't notice the child's frequent blinking.

The Mo couple rushed over when they heard the crying. As soon as they entered, they saw several grown men surrounding the little one, looking helpless.

Grandma Mo pushed aside the crowd and squatted down to examine the little one closely.

"Old Mo, bring some clean water. The child probably got something in his eye."

Grandma Mo gently wiped Le Bao's eyes with a handkerchief she carried with her, stopping Le Bao's little hand that was trying to rub his eyes.

"Baby, do your eyes hurt?"

"It hurts, waaaah, it burns!"

Grandma Mo wet a clean towel and gently pressed it onto the little guy's eyes. The vegetable juice splashed into his eyes stung so much that he couldn't open them.

Grandma Mo tried to pry open her eyes and use a towel to dab out the vegetable juice inside, but the little one kept shaking her head and crying loudly.

"Brother Lu, hold Le Bao down. We need to drain the vegetable juice from her eyes first, otherwise it will hurt more and more."

Children only know how to subconsciously avoid pain, so adults need to force them to do so.

Lu Jianguo tenderly pressed down on Le Bao's head to stop her from moving. Grandma Mo used her fingers to pry open the little one's eyelids and repeatedly dabbed her eyes with a warm towel.

"Okay, let's go to the hospital first. I've already made the call and arranged it."

Old Gao told Lu Jianguo to take Le Bao to the hospital immediately, as it was better to be safe than sorry in this situation. The child's body was very fragile.

The car was waiting at the door, and Lu Jianguo, carrying the crying Le Bao, walked briskly: "Drive faster."

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor was already waiting at the entrance.

Le Bao's right eye was extremely red, with clearly visible blood vessels inside.

The doctor repeatedly rinsed the baby with sterile saline solution for more than ten minutes, a process that nearly killed Lu Jianguo. The sight of the tiny child being held down and having his eyelids pulled back by several doctors made Lu Jianguo want to kill himself.

Le Bao struggled and cried throughout the ordeal. Her voice became hoarse from crying.

After rinsing, the doctor prescribed eye drops, instructing us to give the child two drops that evening.

"Don't cry, baby. Grandpa's here. Grandpa will take you to find your mom, okay?"

The child was crying pitifully, constantly calling for his mother. It made the adults even more heartbroken.

Lu Jianguo called Lu Chenyue and said he was on his way to the company and asked Tang Wanning not to leave after the interview, as they would come to find them.

On the way, Lu Jianguo gave Le Bao a lollipop to eat, and the little guy only stopped crying when he had the candy in his mouth.

After receiving the call, Lu Chenyue sent his assistant to the Human Resources Department to wait for Tang Wanning to finish her interview before quietly taking her to the president's office.

Tang Wanning was sitting in the conference room, facing three interviewers: a human resources specialist, a human resources director, and the head of the design department.

They were also wondering what kind of background the visitor had that would make the higher-ups make an exception and open the door for designers to speak to outsiders. You see, those who can enter Lu's design department are all top performers who have won awards in various competitions, or high-achieving students from top international universities.

The group of people, holding Tang Wanning's resume, exchanged knowing glances.

"Ms. Tang hasn't worked for a formal company for several years. Most of her designs have been temporary, based on client needs. She hasn't had any systematic, independent product design experience, right?"

The head of the design department was the first to speak out; she didn't want unprofessional people who got in through connections.

"Yes, I worked at a formal design company after graduating from university, but I left the company for personal reasons and have been taking online orders ever since."

A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the design department manager. He really didn't know how someone like this could even get an interview.

"May I take a look at Ms. Tang's previous works?"

Compared to the arrogance of the design department head, the HR director is much more shrewd. The above instructions state to follow the normal interview process, but when has Lu's company ever recruited designers externally? Therefore, the implication is clear.

Tang Wanning took out the work she had prepared beforehand and handed it over, anxiously watching the reactions of the others.

After asking a few more questions, the group told her to go home and wait for news.

"Hello, Ms. Tang, I am Mr. Lu's assistant. Mr. Lu asked me to take you upstairs."

As Tang Wanning walked out the door, she encountered Jiang Lin, who was waiting for her at the entrance.

Tang Wanning pointed to herself in confusion, and after receiving an affirmative reply, she followed.

This scene was witnessed by the HR director who had just come out. It seems that Tang Wanning has quite a background, as she was able to have Assistant Jiang personally come to pick her up.

Tang Wanning followed Jiang Lin in the president's private elevator, which went directly to the entrance of the president's office.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Tang Wanning thought she heard Le Bao's voice.

Le Bao and Lu Jianguo arrived a few minutes earlier than Tang Wanning. As soon as they got to the office, Le Bao ran to hug Lu Chenyue's leg and complained.

"Dad, the dogs are making their nests! Bai Bai is making hers too! My eyes hurt!"

Lu Chenyue listened to the old man's account of what had happened over the phone. The little guy's eyes were still very red.

"Does it still hurt?"

Picking up the little dumpling, Lu Chenyue leaned closer to look into Le Bao's eyes and subconsciously blew on them.

"Poop, poop."

Le Bao nodded, then brought her eyes closer, asking her father to blow on it for her again.

After her dad blew on her arm, the little one stopped crying in pain. She then started climbing onto her dad's desk and making a mess.

Lu Chenyue put away some important documents, leaving the rest for the little guy to draw on.

This was the scene Tang Wanning saw when she came in. Le Bao was sitting on Lu Chenyue's desk like a boss, tearing up papers, while Lu Chenyue and Lu Jianguo stood guard on either side of the desk.

"Mommy, Mommy"

When the little one saw Tang Wanning come in, he immediately stood up from the table and tried to rush towards her. Lu Chenyue quickly caught Le Bao, who was about to jump down; this child really couldn't be separated from his care for even a moment. He began to understand how difficult it had been for Tang Wanning to raise the child alone these past few years.

"Waaaaah, Mommy, I'm hurt!"

Upon seeing his closest relatives, the guy's pent-up grievances began to be released again.

"Wanning, I'm so sorry. I took Lebao out to eat and didn't watch her properly, so she got food in her eyes. We just got back from the hospital, and Lebao was crying and looking for you. Since you're nearby, I brought her here."

Tang Wanning held Le Bao in her arms and looked at her injured right eye, which was still bloodshot. She felt a pang of heartache. But she also knew how mischievous her little one was.

"It's alright, Uncle Lu. You didn't mean to. Le Bao is just too naughty."

Seeing Lu Jianguo's apologetic expression, Tang Wanning comforted him instead.

Lu Chenyue checked the time and decided to go with Le Bao and the others. However, they didn't drive home but went to the mall instead.