"Uncle, how could you decide to come without letting me know? I would have gone out to receive you."
Hanjie carried Qin Youxuan to the sofa, covered her with a blanket from beside them, and then turned around to face Dan Yi, his lips parting indifferently.
His tall frame sunk into the sofa, his large hand firmly holding onto Qin Youxuan's small hand.
"If I hadn't made this trip, I'm afraid the only way I would have learned I became a grandfather would be through the media."
Dan Yi leaned back on the sofa, his black suit adding a layer of severity, making him look more somber.
The words he spoke were polite, yet they clearly carried a tone of displeasure.
He was here because of little Tingye.
"Uncle, you're being too serious. Youxuan had an accident and gave birth prematurely. We've been in a flurry these past ten days. She was just discharged from the hospital today, and I forgot to tell you. It's my fault."
Hanjie's expression was cold, but his words were impeccable.
