Qin Youxuan's statement darkened Dan Hanjie's face even more.
It seemed as if his intelligence had been greatly insulted.
Qin Youxuan finally confirmed that he really didn't know how.
She pouted, "Actually, it's not a big deal. A lot of people don't know how to do it. You've never learned; it's totally normal."
"Who said I don't know how?"
Men can't stand being looked down on by their women. Hanjie's eyes narrowed seductively as he stepped forward.
"Are you sure you're okay? If not, I can teach you."
Qin Youxuan stretched her legs by the bed, her face filled with a look of inquiry.
"..."
Dan Hanjie paused and ground his teeth, "No need."
His mind quickly recalled the images he had seen, imitating Qin Youxuan's posture, grabbing the little guy's legs and lifting them up.
Once he touched his son's soft little feet, Hanjie had the frightening illusion that he could crush them with just a little force, and he froze.
