"..."
Qin Youxuan's throat choked up suddenly.
Looking at the little one having a blast on his chest, her heart felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Usually, at this time, Tingye would always cry and fuss, but today he was laughing so happily.
Merely because he saw his father...
"I came to see my son, what, I need to report to you?" Dan Hanjie glanced at her, his towering figure unmoved.
He picked up the little one with both hands and let him sit on his chest.
The two-month-old baby still couldn't sit steady, Dan Hanjie supported his little back with one hand and held his little hands, letting Tingye sit.
His bewitching eyes slightly narrowed, and the little one started giggling at him.
...
Qin Youxuan stood by the door, watching them play, unable to harden her heart to ask Dan Hanjie to let go.
Dan Hanjie gave her a look, then continued to play with his son, ignoring everyone else.
