Qin Youxuan watched the little guy crying breathlessly, her heart ached unbearably.
She pushed away Dan Hanjie's arm and turned to the other side.
Gently patting his small back, she continued to feed him milk.
"Which eye of yours saw me hitting him? Qin Youxuan, he pretends to be pitiful just to drive a wedge between our relationship," Dan Hanjie persisted, making his way to her front, staring incredulously at the little guy in her arms.
The little fellow who had finally calmed down and started drinking milk puckered his mouth upon glimpsing Dan Hanjie, ready to cry again.
"You back off a bit, you're scaring my son."
"I scared him?" Dan Hanjie's handsome face turned ashen in an instant, his hands clenched into fists, understanding what was happening as he watched the little guy tightly guarding the milk with both hands.
Seeing Dan Hanjie eyeing his milk, the little guy pursed his lips, crying softly while drinking.
