An Baobei was fuming.
She was really too angry. An Baobei strode over to Ning Zihan, shoved the little baby in her arms into Ning Zihan's, and said, "You hold him, I'm taking a break!"
Although Ning Zihan didn't particularly like this son, the kid was still so tiny. When An Baobei shoved him over, he didn't even dare struggle, afraid he'd somehow hurt this boneless little son of his.
"Honey, hurry up and take our son back…" Ning Zihan's whole body was stiff, and he didn't even dare move his arms.
Seeing the rare look on Ning Zihan's face that was so close to tears, An Baobei couldn't help laughing. "It's not like you've never held a baby before. When Tian Tian was born, you held her just fine. Why are you like this now?"
"She's not our biological kid, I could just hold her however."
