"Thank you, thank you..."
He still remembered Yu Qianxun's shock and panic the first time she saw him.
Back then, he had simply thought she reacted that way because she didn't expect he would help.
After she got into the car with the child, he kept staring absentmindedly at her child.
The little one was truly adorable, with big, shiny black eyes. Wrapped in a blanket, his hands and feet were restless, constantly moving around inside the blanket, and soon extended out, munching on his tiny fist.
Upon seeing him, the little guy seemed a bit excited, immediately waving his little fists towards him, then giggled.
But after chatting briefly with Yu Qianxun, he finally understood from her hesitant words.
The child was an unexpected result of a drunken night, even the child's father was unknown.
Mentioning this, there was some regret and pain in her eyes, yet he had no interest in this and didn't even offer a word of comfort.
