Ye Zhanxing wanted to see him, so he chose the villa as the meeting place.
"I did eat, just not much. I ate the baby's portion," Qin Youxuan didn't notice his odd expression, lifted her head, and complained with grievances.
She had only eaten a box of chips, and he scolded her for it.
Dan Hanjie's heart now was entirely focused on the baby.
"Then what about your portion?" Dan Hanjie narrowed his eyes, carried Qin Youxuan to the sofa, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped her tear-streaked face, which looked like a flowering cat's.
"If your body collapses, the baby won't be fine either," he said.
Dan Hanjie threw the tissue into the wastebasket, his finger playfully scraped her rosy nose tip, "Qin Youxuan, look at yourself, all meek. People who don't know any better would think I gave you a beating."
"..."
You're the meek one, your whole family's meek!
Qin Youxuan fumed inwardly, about to speak out, but couldn't help yawning.