Being a dad is several times harder than being an assassin.
Xie Tian would rather battle Luo Hai for three days and nights than nervously feed a baby.
Fortunately, Little Bell was already three months old. Though still tender like tofu, she was much sturdier than during her first month.
"Wah... Wah... Wah..."
The sound of crying rang out, and cold sweat immediately formed on Xie Tian's forehead. He hurriedly put down his bowl, picked up Little Bell, and began walking, rocking, and patting her back—basic dad skills he had learned from An Xi.
"Burp..."
After a burp, Little Bell stopped crying, smacked her little lips a few times, and sweetly fell asleep.
Oddly enough, Xie Tian felt a sense of achievement sprouting inside him. Gazing at Little Bell in his arms, his already calm heart became even more tranquil.
This peace was something Xie Tian seemed to have never encountered before.
