"Wah!"
This cry was very timely.
Little Ao Jue, who had been sleeping in the crib, woke up.
Usually, newborns like him do nothing but eat, sleep, and cry.
And once they start crying, it can be quite intense.
"Wah wah!"
"Wah!"
"Wah... wah!"
Looking at someone's playful eyes, Shen Cheng glanced meaningfully at the position of the crib and then said, "Your son is crying, aren't you going to soothe him?"
Shi Yu's gaze immediately became icy, and his thin lips parted slightly to emit two words: "Not going."
"Wah!"
As if complaining about his father's heartlessness and coldness, Xiao Ao Jue cried even louder.
"Wah..."
"Babies might suffocate when they cry too hard."
Shen Cheng had hardly finished speaking when the man beside her already stood up.
He just couldn't bring himself to ignore it after all.
Shi Yu walked over to the crib with a cold expression on his face. He pinched the little face and then bent down to pick up Xiao Ao Jue.
