Yan Xinxin was taken aback by Mo Chuxi's confident reply.
She was puzzled to see Mo Chuxi casually walk over to the sofa and gently place their crying son on the cushion.
Although it was his first time as a dad, Mo Chuxi skillfully and smoothly opened the diaper on their son.
The moment he opened it, Yan Xinxin caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell.
Turned out the little guy had pooped!
But she hadn't thought of that at all.
Yan Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief and then turned towards the cabinet.
"I'll go get a diaper and some wipes."
"Okay."
Mo Chuxi nodded, looking at the baby who was starting to stop crying, and gently tapped the little one's nose.
"Little guy, you scared your mom. If you want to scare someone, scare your dad instead. Don't scare your mom, dad will be heartbroken, okay?"
He spoke patiently and tenderly, word by word.
The little one stared at Mo Chuxi with big, clear eyes, unblinking.
