Qin Youxuan smiled, pulled Ye Zhanxing's hand to sit down, and instructed the butler to serve tea quickly.
Just as she was about to ask the maternity matron to bring little Tingye downstairs, she saw Dan Hanjie carrying the child down from the upstairs single-handedly.
The bewitching eyes glanced at the father and daughter in the living room, flickering slightly.
Soon, they returned to calmness.
Carrying his son, he walked to Qin Youxuan's side.
Ye Zhanxing didn't expect Hanjie to be there; looking at the time, Hanjie should mostly be handling affairs at the corporation, which is why he came over.
But unexpectedly, they still ran into each other.
Seeing his grandson in Dan Hanjie's arms, Ye Zhanxing's gentle eyes welled up with excitement.
He wanted to come forward but hesitated slightly.
"I was just about to ask the maternity matron to bring the baby down, and you've beaten me to it," Qin Youxuan said as she took over her sleeping son from his hands, with a grin.
