Su Yunjin bent down to pick up Little Tiangua lying on the bed, smiled and looked at Xue Chu, "Brother Xue, do you want to hold Little Tiangua?" Xue Chu was a bit excited, awkwardly stretched out his hand, and then quickly drew it back, "Madam, I'm afraid I won't hold him right." Xue Chu had been practicing martial arts since childhood and was skilled in wielding weapons, but holding a child was a first for him.
How could a big man like him know how to hold a child?
Looking at Little Tiangua, small and soft in Su Yunjin's arms, Xue Chu feared he might accidentally hurt Tiangua's arms or legs. Shaking his head, Xue Chu waved his hand.
"Madam, I think it's better if I just watch. I don't want to hurt the little master." Xue Chu spoke as if Little Tiangua was fragile enough to break at a touch, Su Yunjin laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. Here, you hold him like this, support Little Tiangua's waist and head, yes, lift Little Tiang a bit more. That's it."
