"It's getting late, let's head back. Whatever needs to be investigated doesn't need to be done now." Mr. Jie scooped up the little one from the grass and, holding Qin Youxuan's hand, led her down the hillside.
In the car, Qin Youxuan was still lost in her doubts.
In contrast, the father and son duo were much more harmonious.
Little Tingye tried several times but couldn't open it, so he just hung the small wood carving back around his neck.
He let out a delicate yawn.
When he wanted to sleep he sought out his dad, and his soft little body naturally nestled into Dan Hanjie's embrace, his little face nuzzling against his chest.
His little mouth didn't forget to please Dan Hanjie.
"Love Daddy, Daddy hug."
"It's only at times like this that you remember to love Daddy." Dan Hanjie snorted coldly, but his arm unconsciously cradled the little soft body.
He adjusted his little head so he could comfortably lean on his shoulder to sleep.
