"Waah—"
Little Tingye sensed his daddy's hostility and burst into tears with his small mouth wide open.
"You scared my son, stay away."
Qin Youxuan glared at him, holding her son and turning away.
Without seeing Dan Hanjie, the little guy stopped crying and obediently drank his milk.
His bright, tear-filled eyes would occasionally sob while drinking, looking so pitiable that Qin Youxuan's heart ached.
Turning her head, she glared fiercely once more at Dan Hanjie, who had frightened her son.
Dan Hanjie, being despised by mother and son one after the other, felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He sat down beside the bed, wrapping his arms around Qin Youxuan from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"This way he can't see me."
Glancing downward, he found himself with an unrestricted view.
Satisfied, he squinted his mischievous eyes.
"Dan Hanjie, let go, you're squeezing me so tight I can't breathe."
