Who knew that as soon as he placed the little guy on the sofa and walked a few steps away, out of the little guy's sight, the little guy immediately started crying and turned his head to look at him.
The smiles on Qing Yi and Bai Yi's faces were replaced by panic as the sudden crying scared them into a fluster, leaving them at a loss as they called out for Third Young Master.
Jun Moyan was startled back by the first sound of crying from the little guy. He quickly picked the little guy up again, soothing repeatedly, "Good boy, An'an, Daddy is here, Daddy hasn't left, An'an don't cry."
The little guy, nestled back into his arms, quickly stopped crying, pouting with tear-filled eyes and looking at Jun Moyan, his tiny eyebrows furrowed together, a small hand tightly clutching Jun Moyan's shirt.
Seeing his tear-streaked, aggrieved expression, Jun Moyan's heart throbbed, his brows furrowing with the heartbreak visibly written on his face.
An'an's crying face is just like Xiaoguai's.
