Just a few seconds passed and calmness ensued.
The innocent child gazed at Dan Hanjie.
As if he had taken in what was said to him.
"Your son really is clever as can be. If he weren't so young, I'd truly suspect he understands what you're saying."
Rui Hui stared at the little guy on the bed, her eyes as wide as brass bells.
"Anyway, with your brains, you couldn't possibly have a child this smart, so envy is pointless."
Diwu Zexuan threw a bucket of cold water on her enthusiasm.
Looking up at Dan Hanjie and Qin Youxuan, "Get up here and hold his hands and feet. Don't think he won't be scared of pain just because he's sensible. When that needle goes in, it'll be a miracle if he doesn't cry."
"..."
Dan Hanjie stood by the bed, and with a lift of his hand, he grasped little Tingye's feet.
Qin Youxuan hesitated for a second, looking at her son's adorable little face, she still let her heart soften.
