"Okay." Lu Jinghan opened the thermos on the table, poured a bowl of soup, blew it cool, and brought it to Han Xi's lips: "Drink slowly."
Sister Zhang stood next to the baby crib, looking at the chubby Little Bun, finding him more and more adorable the longer she looked.
The little one kicked his legs and suddenly started crying. Han Xi looked over anxiously: "What's wrong with our son?"
"Don't worry, madam, he might have wet himself." Sister Zhang reached out and touched, and indeed, he had wet himself.
Lu Jinghan put down the soup bowl in his hand, took Little Bun's clothes from the cupboard, and walked over: "I'll change him."
"Jinghan, be gentle, don't hurt our son."
Han Xi was incredibly fragile now, watching the Little Bun soft and small, afraid of causing him pain.
"Don't worry, dear, I'll be very gentle."
