Gu Junzhu's heart ached in threads and strands as he kissed and soothed him ceaselessly.
He was actually a spoiled and arrogant young master with a particularly bad temper. When he was training soldiers that year, he had no patience for his subordinates. At the slightest disagreement, he would kick them.
But for the little one in his arms, he only felt heartache when he cried, without a hint of annoyance.
Ye Xingbei couldn't bear to see her son cry. When her son cried, she felt like crying too.
Gu Junzhu held Xiao Shumiao and refused to let go, so she could only pat Xiao Shumiao's back and kept soothing him.
Lingyue, seeing Xiao Shumiao cry so sadly, became extremely anxious. The child who hardly spoke a few words a day turned into a chatterbox, ceaselessly comforting Xiao Shumiao.
Only when Xiao Shumiao's crying subsided a little did Gu Junzhu carry him out of the western restaurant and into the car.
In the car, Xiao Shumiao, exhausted from crying, fell asleep in his arms.
