Zhao Wanqing hesitated for a few seconds before handing An An over to him.
Because of the unpleasantness at the airport, Zhao Wanqing had assumed Mo Qian didn't want to hold An An anymore, which was why she hadn't handed An An to him upon arriving.
Now, seeing Mo Qian take the initiative to hold his son, she felt a faint sense of relief in her heart.
Mr. Gu's coldheartedness was just an act...
"No crying."
Mo Qian's dark eyes fixed on his son. His voice was raspy, and his expression was stern as he spoke.
An An was startled into silence, momentarily forgetting to cry.
The tears still hovered at the corners of his eyes, and his beautiful gaze remained unblinking as he stared at Mo Qian.
Seeing his son gaze at him like this, Mo Qian felt as if his heart had been tightly gripped, the pain so intense he could scarcely breathe.
