"Just like that, why are you crying?" Hanjie scoffed, "If he truly let go, he should have attended your wedding."
Hanjie turned around and handed the little one in his arms to Qin Youxuan.
"Quick, take some photos of our son and send them to him, let Jin Chenye open his eyes wide and see clearly that we even have a son now."
"..."
Cradling her son, Qin Youxuan watched the little guy who couldn't reach the milk start to blow milk bubbles in protest, then glanced at the big guy who was obviously jealous, silently sighing.
She owed both father and son from a past life.
Qin Youxuan didn't even glance at Hanjie as she sat down with her son in her arms.
She took the bottle from his hand and fed the baby.
While feeding, she kept muttering.
"Tingye, be good. When you're a bit older, how about Mommy takes you back to meet your other grandpa? And your big uncle, who is a good man, not petty like your dad..."
"Qin Youxuan, are you telling my son that I'm petty?"
