"Waa, waa, waa..." A baby's cry came from a stroller beside Ruyan.
Ruyan bent down and picked up a baby, as cute as a porcelain doll, with fluffy black hair and bright, expressive eyes, crying with a pout from the stroller.
She gently patted the baby's small arm with loving affection, her gaze filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Xiaofei, be good, don't cry!"
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and a tall, handsome man in his thirties, dressed in formal attire, walked in.
Seeing Ruyan, the man smiled politely, "Ruyan, is Xiaofei crying again? Let me hold him?"
However, when Ruyan saw the man, her face showed a look of caution, and she instinctively held the baby tighter.
"Zong Guoyao, my child doesn't need you to hold him, and I don't allow anyone from the Zong family to touch my child." Ruyan said coldly to the man.
