The baby's cries subdued each time the nanny raised him up in the air.
Yet, every time she brought him down again, he would cry his heart out.
Pei Ziheng looked at the child and wondered, how did this tiny infant have the energy to cry this much? He frowned and asked, "Why is this child so difficult to handle?"
Xia Ling was a little flustered. "He's not difficult to manage at all, he's just a little bored now. As long as the nanny keeps him entertained, he'll be alright soon." She was afraid that Pei Ziheng would chase the child out of the house out of annoyance.
Pei Ziheng looked at her cautious expression and couldn't help but remember what Grandma Ye had told him: [This is destiny. It's Xiao Ling's destiny, and yours as well.]
He looked at her and the child with a thoughtful expression.