Gentle gaze, warm smile.
Just these two sincere expressions are enough to dissolve all misunderstandings, no matter how vigilant a person might be, they will let their guard down and accept Lin Fan's approach.
The baby gazed at Lin Fan, and in that gentle look, he felt many things.
Monkeys are amazing, aren't they?
At this moment, the baby was like Sun Wukong from "Journey to the West," and Lin Fan, who held him in his arms, was the Buddha, no matter how formidable the monkey was, he couldn't escape his five-fingered mountain.
"You must behave, understand?" Lin Fan said softly.
As Lin Fan spoke these words,
the swirling air currents vanished completely, making the baby appear just like any ordinary infant.
Lin Fan handed the baby to Zhao Yun, letting him obediently lie beside her.
On the side, Wang Zixuan looked at the baby with eyes full of doting admiration. Even though he had just felt an immense sense of oppression, nevertheless, this child was always his.
