Facing Qian's accusation, Xiaoqiang argued back.
"It's fine, there's a thin blanket, and besides, Da Wei likes the sunshine outside. You can't keep a kid from the wind all the time."
Giving her father absolutely no face, the moment Yu Minglang finished speaking, Xiaowei let out a little achoo.
Yu Minglang hugged the baby and slunk back into the car with his tail between his legs; he didn't even dare look at what expression his wife had on her face.
"Men just can't be trusted with kids! You're hopeless, seriously!" After Qian got in the car, she took her daughter, checked her temperature and then her little nose. Once she was sure the baby was fine—that the sneeze was probably just the cold air irritating her—she relaxed.
