Beside him, Feng Huaijin responded with a light "Hmm," as if agreeing.
Ning Yan was silent for a while, resignedly holding Feng Yi as he walked out of the research lab.
"Alright, stop crying, I've brought you out to play now," Ning Yan said awkwardly.
The baby didn't understand him at all, opening its mouth to unleash a magic-voiced scream, leaving Ning Yan utterly frustrated.
The more this happened, the more Ning Yan missed the Feng Yi of the past.
Perhaps in the past, he really didn't cherish her enough, thinking Feng Yi was too noisy and troublesome...
Only now did he realize that she was a true little rascal when she was young.
Ning Yan held the child, and as he stared into the big eyes of the little baby in his arms, he suddenly realized how beautiful the research work that people found dull truly was.
Ning Yan was preoccupied with the pile of data he worked on, and with a calm face, asked lightly, "Can you stop crying?"
Only the baby's cries responded to him.
