Some older ladies nearby said, "These days even the traffickers look elegant, look at these two men, each one outdoes the other, what a waste of good looks."
Cheng Hao: "..."
Cheng Hao was speechless. Nan Sichen merely lifted his head lightly, his cold eyes swept over them, scaring those people into silence, no longer daring to speak.
The look in this man's eyes was truly terrifying, so indifferent, like ice that hasn't melted for a thousand years, making one feel cold just from passing over one's body.
Finally having changed the baby's diaper, the child's voice was hoarse from crying, Nan Sichen held the child and soothed him by the roadside, walking and rocking him at the same time, but his movements were stiff, completely inexperienced, making it uncomfortable even to watch, let alone for the child lying in his arms.
