Qin Youxuan almost spat a mouthful of blood onto his face.
Tingye is only nine months old. If he could call him "Dad" now, it would really be terrifying!
"Ooh ooh..."
The little guy was obviously hungry and wanted his mom to hold him, constantly reaching out to Qin Youxuan.
His little mouth smacked, babbling words.
On the chubby, jade-like face was an unmistakable urgency, as if he really wanted to call out "Dad" but couldn't.
"He, he seems to understand what we're saying?" Qin Youxuan looked at the little guy waving his tiny fists in frustration, her eyes wide like saucers.
Could such a young child understand what adults were saying?!
Before Dan Hanjie even reacted to her startled exclamation, the little guy had already started crying.
"Waa—"
The heart-wrenching cry seemed like he had been terribly wronged, seeking comfort.
His tiny pink lips opened and closed, and they seemed to be forming the word "Mom."
