After much hesitation, Shi Qinghan reached out and picked up the glass of milk in front of him.
With a tentative mood, he took a small sip and savored it carefully.
It seemed not much different from the milk at home.
As this thought crossed his mind, Shi Qinghan raised his gaze and saw that Qin Sui'an was about to finish the entire bottle of milk.
She leaned her little head against her daddy, Qin Haochen's, chest, her round eyes slightly narrowed, and her rosy cheeks softened with each suckle of the milk, appearing incredibly tender.
In an instant, the lingering taste of milk in Shi Qinghan's mouth became sweeter.
Indeed, Uncle Qin's milk tasted even better.
While Shi Qinghan finished his glass of milk, Qin Sui'an also emptied her bottle of milk.
She held the bottle with both hands and blinked her round eyes, saying, "Daddy, I finished it!"
"Ann is amazing," Qin Haochen never hesitated to praise his little girl of joy.