The groggy Jingxing reached out his chubby little hand and grabbed his shirt collar.
Slowly closing his eyes, he leaned into his embrace and slept.
Lin Qinqin rubbed her arm, finding it difficult to lift. Lu Yin's skilled movements in holding the child drew her attention and amazed her.
On second thought, Little Nuomi had been raised by him since childhood.
His experience in taking care of kids was more than enough to impress her.
"Will this affect your work?"
After all, he still had to hold Jingxing, which wasn't a lasting solution.
He had to work, didn't he?
"It's fine. Once he's asleep, I'll place him in the lounge."
This was his usual routine. When the little one woke up and couldn't see his uncle, he'd inevitably cry out.
Lu Yin skillfully calmed him down, taking just a few minutes.
"Won't Jingxing cry?"
Lu Yin chuckled lightly, his gaze holding a hint of teasing, "Is comforting a child that hard?"
