"Are you threatening me now?" Dan Hanjie raised an eyebrow, walking forward with his son in his arms, his gaze falling and staring at Qin Youxuan.
A cold and fierce aura burst from him, an overwhelming presence that made one's legs go weak.
Qin Youxuan kept her spine straight, not daring to show even a hint of weakness.
"I just want my son."
"..."
Dan Hanjie narrowed his wicked eyes, staring at her unblinkingly.
Trying to see a trace of struggle in the depths of her eyes, good, there was nothing.
She had not a single lingering attachment or reluctance towards him, aside from the worry that he would take the son away.
"Qin Youxuan, is your heart made of stone and thus unheatable?"
"..."
Qin Youxuan turned her head away, not daring to look at him.
Her gaze landed on the son leaning against his chest; just as she lifted her hand, the little one reached out and grabbed her finger.
"Giggle..."
The infant's laughter was particularly pure and innocent.
