When Xia Ning finally put Enoch to sleep, she picked him up and was ready to take him back to his bedroom. Qiao Yu walked over.
"Let me do it." As he spoke, he took his son from her arms and walked towards the bedroom.
Xia Ning followed Qiao Yu into the room. She saw him putting Enoch in bed carefully with experience. He took off his clothes and tucked him in.
Her eyes moved from Enoch to him. His face looked extremely soft from the side, his actions even gentler.
It had never occurred to her that the arrogant, cold man would one day be so meticulous and gentle.
Maybe just as she thought before, she never really understood him.
Qiao Yu suddenly turned around and caught Xia Ning's eyes. His eyes flashed with question. "What's the matter?"
Xia Ning came back to herself and avoided his eyes. She walked outside.
Qiao Yu followed her out.
