It was hard for little Tingye to catch up to them, and as he watched his beloved mother slip away again, his little mouth turned down and he burst into tears.
The heart-wrenching cry sounded as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
"Dan Hanjie, put me down now!"
Qin Youxuan couldn't hold it together anymore. She pushed Dan Hanjie away and ran back.
This time, Dan Hanjie didn't stop her, but instead followed her back.
She watched as Qin Youxuan stepped forward and picked up the crying little guy squatting on the lawn.
After a long while of soothing, the little guy finally broke into a smile.
His little hand tightly grasped Qin Youxuan's collar, sobbing, "I hate Dad!"
"..."
Dan Hanjie sat on the grass, and then laid his head on Qin Youxuan's lap, casting a cold glance at the little dumpling nestled in her arms.
Seeing the tearful stains on his little cheeks, he moved his long fingers to wipe them dry for him.
"Little man, don't just cry at the drop of a hat."
"..."
