Ye Zhanxing responded and looked down at the little one in his arms.
He poked the little one's red cheeks with his finger.
"Mom will come to pick you up soon, are you hungry, my little one? Be good, grandpa will feed you some milk."
The little one's crystal-clear big eyes blinked twice as if understanding, then he latched onto the milk bottle and quietly drank the milk.
His tiny hands kept reaching for the bottle, wanting to hold it himself.
"How can such a small child be so clever?" Su Yiru couldn't help but exclaim, her smile never ceasing, "When he looks at me like that, I always feel like he understands what we are saying."
The two amused the little one in their arms, and no one noticed that Ye Mingmei was standing outside the door.
Watching a warmth that was completely not her own, her eyes darkened.
Qin Youxuan soon drove over herself.
