Every time the little guy gets made to cry by him, Qin Youxuan always glares at him fiercely.
Her clear, cat-like eyes would tint with anger, a hint of vitality only visible through them.
"Diwu Zexuan is coming over to check on Tingye's health today, I'm staying home." Early in the morning, Dan Hanjie stood in front of the wardrobe, changing into casual clothes.
Hearing no response behind him, he turned around.
Qin Youxuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, her cat-like eyes flickered when she heard he was staying home, her eyebrows knitted together.
She wanted to speak her mind for her son's sake, but she couldn't find the words.
Her gaze fell on the little one drinking milk in her arms.
Little Tingye's eyes had gotten much better, his large, pitch-black eyes blinking, emanating a sly charm.
"Come down and have breakfast." Dan Hanjie walked to her side, bending down to plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Unsatisfied, he kissed her lips again.
