"Bang—"
Qin Youxuan's figure swayed, her heel kicking the coffee table and making a jarring sound.
Glancing at the man who suddenly appeared, a flicker of panic crossed the depths of her eyes.
"I came to see Tingye."
Jin Chenye kept a calm face, glanced at Qin Youxuan whose expression was ugly, and lightly opened his lips.
That statement served as an explanation.
"Coming to see my son, and you show up empty-handed?"
Dan Hanjie raised an eyebrow, walked forward, brushed past Qin Youxuan, and took little Tingye from her arms.
The little guy, recognizing it was his dad, opened and closed his chubby little mouth, babbling away.
It was unclear whether he was overly excited or tattling.
His little tongue would occasionally stick out, trying to gnaw on his little fist.
"Dirty."
Dan Hanjie stared at him and scolded softly.
"Wuu wuu..."
The little guy smacked his lips, as if aware that he was being shunned, and puckered his little mouth, putting down his hand.
