Lu Nianxi couldn't stop laughing: "Dad is being way too cautious."
The aunt also laughed: "Sir got a cold sore and can't come see Anan, he's worried sick."
"Worried, huh? No matter how worried he is, if that cold sore doesn't heal, he still can't see the baby," Lu Nianxi said. "Auntie, just tell him this: the more anxious he is, the less he'll get to see the baby."
Actually, it wasn't that Lu Nianxi was refusing to let him see her. A cold sore isn't a big deal; if it's viral, as long as he doesn't touch the baby's mouth or face, it's fine.
But Lu Beiyuan was too anxious himself, afraid that something might happen to Anan, insisting on waiting until he was better to see her.
After the aunt left, Xie Yanzhi was still holding the baby.
Lu Nianxi said, "Put her down!"
The voice was a bit loud, and the little one furrowed her brow in her sleep, pouting her tiny lips.
Seeing this, Xie Yanzhi quickly began to soothe and gently rock her.
