The child in Hou Zexian's arms suddenly giggled. Hou Zexian looked at the child gently. He smiled like a loving father. "Why are you so happy?"
The child stared at him with watery eyes and waved his two small hands in the air. Hou Zexian immediately smiled happily. "What is it? Why are you so happy?"
Yu Meilin looked at the child's smile and her heart softened. Although she did not like Wei Xiaoqing, but this child was very cute.
He was very chubby and usually did not like to cry. On the contrary, he liked to laugh, like a little angel.
"Zexian, can you let mom carry him?" Yu Meilin sincerely liked the child and reached out her hands to Hou Zexian.
This was the first time Yu Meilin volunteered to carry the child.
Hou Zexian glanced at Yu Meilin's outstretched hand. Although he was smiling, his tone was cold. "Ever since he was born, I was the only one who carried him. If anyone else carried him, he would cry."
