He lowered his head to kiss the woman in his arms, lifted the blanket, put on his clothes and pants, and got out of bed to walk to the crib.
He moved the little quilt aside and picked up Tianxin, who was crying with tear-stained cheeks looking pitiful.
"Don't cry, baby. Daddy's here." He carried Tianxin to the bedside, reached out for a tissue from the nightstand, and wiped her tears.
"Daddy~" Tianxin grabbed her father's clothes tightly, feeling miserable.
Tian Xingyun woke up gradually upon hearing her daughter's cries. She opened her eyes to see him standing by the bed holding their daughter.
"Sleep a bit more. I'll take care of our daughter," Huo Shaohua said, glancing at her.
"Okay." Tian Xingyun smiled contentedly.
She regretted throwing the pillow out; it wasn't regret for hitting him.
But him holding the daughter now...
