"You really are..." Yu Ling held her grandson in her arms, extremely fond, "My poor grandson, oh!"
As Yu Ling said this, Nan Mufeng also deeply felt sorry for his son. He looked at the baby in swaddling clothes.
The little guy had just eaten his fill and was spirited. He sucked on his fingers, his big bright eyes watching Nan Mufeng. His adorableness was enough to melt anyone's heart.
Since Jian Xi disappeared, it was this little cutie who had supported Nan Mufeng up to now.
And him, what had he done for the child?
A child who lost their mother early, did they truly experience a father's love?
Nan Mufeng's heart ached again, he reached out to take the child.
But Yu Ling said, "Son, Mom knows you're sad. But, the child needs a sense of security, and your every action affects his emotions."
Nan Mufeng's hand froze in mid-air.
"If you're not ready, I won't allow you to hold him again." Yu Ling sternly scolded Nan Mufeng.
