"Sitting in the carriage for too long, holding the child without freeing my hands, my limbs are numb. Resting a bit will help."
"Miss, please sit down and take a rest."
"Nanny, take Panpan inside and hand her to the nursemaid." Seeing a grown man holding a child in front of her, Xiao Chunyu felt a bit out of place and really uncomfortable.
"Thank you, General, please hand the young lady to the old servant."
Nanny Zhou was also quite moved, this general was really a kind person, helping the young lady hold the child.
"Be careful, don't wake her up, she's quite well-behaved when awake."
When Xia Guangcheng handed the child to Nanny Zhou, he gave a soft instruction.
"Yes, the old servant understands."
Nanny Zhou... is there someone who cares for the neighbor's child like you do?
Xiao Chunyu was puzzled by the sudden tenderness of this person: Was this really the war god, General Huaiyuan from the battlefield?
"What, do I have flowers on my face?"
