Tang Si being jealous of his own son was expected.
Song Yi chuckled and started to sleep.
Tang Song truly didn't like crying; most of the time he was very well-behaved and didn't fuss.
He seemed naturally accustomed to this environment.
Tang Si sat on the sofa, holding his son snugly in his lap.
With a phone in his hand, he was busy with work from the office.
There were also video conferences to attend.
When the video on the computer was switched on, a man holding a baby appeared prominently on the big screen in the meeting room of the administrative brigade.
He had his eyes lowered, holding a document in his hand.
The little guy in his arms sat quietly at his elbow, very obedient.
Babies are generally quite distant from the lives of these old men.
Suddenly appearing before them, the scene was a bit... Hmm, bizarre.
Especially considering the man had a handsome face, exuding a casual laziness.
When handling documents, his eyes were aloof and emotionless.
