Qin Youxuan noticed the little one in his arms, her nerves tightened, and she froze in her steps.
Facing Diwu Zexuan's cold gaze, she instinctively moved forward, wanting to take the little one from his arms, but fearing her reaction would betray her guilt.
She could only stand opposite Diwu Zexuan, pretending as if nothing happened.
"Is Dan Hanjie's foot still not fully healed? Did you come over to check on it?" Qin Youxuan spoke while glancing at the butler, signaling him to quickly serve tea to Diwu Zexuan.
"Check? Are you sure you need me to check." Diwu Zexuan's silver eyes flashed with a fierce light as he reached out to hold little Tingye's tiny hand.
"Gurgle..."
Tingye, feeling happy, clenched his soft little palm around his finger.
The tender baby fist in Diwu Zexuan's large hand seemed like porcelain that could shatter with a gentle touch.
Qin Youxuan's heart leaped to her throat.
