In anyone's eyes, Tan Zheng is just a little brat.
To say he's six years old is actually a bit of a stretch.
Ordinary people wouldn't take him seriously, and that woman clearly thought the same. Isn't he just a kid, about the same age as her son? It's nothing significant; little kids are no big deal.
Tan Jincheng's face darkened, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
Of course, he couldn't go himself, but like Tan Zheng, he was worried about Little Grape.
After all, even though that woman had been screened, she was still a stranger. Letting her feed Little Grape with milk, alone, made them uneasy.
So, Young Master Tan blatantly allowed Tan Zheng's presumptuous behavior.
Tan Zheng followed the woman into the room.
But soon, something felt off.
The woman had just turned her body and unbuttoned her clothes, ready to feed Little Grape, but Little Grape started to struggle, not allowing the woman to hold her. Unable to break free, she even began to cry.
