"Waa waa..." As soon as Nangong Yaoling picked up the baby, the little boy started crying loudly.
"Be gentle, you're hurting him!" Xia Xiaonuan quickly pushed Nangong Yaoling away, seeing the baby's aggrieved expression.
"It's okay, baby, don't cry."
Nangong Yaoling looked at Xia Xiaonuan smiling, his brow furrowed slightly.
This woman, just how much does she like children?
Is it because she recently lost a baby that she's treating someone else's child as her own?
"I want milk..." said the baby, reaching his hand into Xia Xiaonuan's clothes.
Nangong Yaoling's expression instantly turned stormy.
He suddenly stood up, picked up the little boy, and held him in his arms.
"What milk? She doesn't have any milk for you, you little rascal!" Nangong Yaoling frowned and said angrily.
Qin Yi, who was watching the scene from the side, twitched at the corner of his eye and quickly stepped forward, saying: "Young Master, how about... I get someone to bring some milk?"
