"Alright!" Jian Shichu promised, "I'll hold him just for a bit!"
Shi Qingning turned around smiling, picked up the little one from the crib, and placed him in Jian Shichu's arms, "Support his bottom and neck, be careful not to drop him."
Shi Qingning placed the baby into Jian Shichu's arms, and Jian Shichu became completely stiff. He didn't dare to move at all in the posture Shi Qingning set him, his eyes fixed on the little one's tiny face.
The little one seemed to give him face, as soon as he was in his arms, he gradually stopped crying, only pouting and sobbing as if he had suffered a great grievance.
Jian Shichu thought, he himself had made the baby cry, apart from feeling heartache, there was nothing else.
If someone else made his precious son cry, he would surely deal with them ruthlessly!
This was the feeling of being a parent, huh.
When your own little baby is so small and soft, wrapped in your arms, your whole being, your whole heart softens.
