"Are you sure you can take care of Xiao Yi by yourself?" Beiming Han looked at her with great doubt.
"What's so hard about that! Leave it to me." Ye Yingsu held her son, finally having the chance to be alone with him, she was actually somewhat nervous.
Gu Qingxin was also not very reassured. Could a woman who would give them a gun as a Christmas gift really take care of a child?
However, whether she's worried or not, Ye Yingsu and Xiao Yi are mother and son, and no one can deprive them of their right to be together.
That night.
Just as Beiming Han and Gu Qingxin were about to take a bath and go to bed, Gu Qingxin's phone rang. She answered it, and from inside came Ye Yingsu's anxious voice and Xiao Yi's crying.
The two immediately rushed over to Ye Yingsu's apartment.
Ye Yingsu opened the door. Upon entering, Beiming Han and Gu Qingxin saw Xiao Yi wrapped in a bath towel sitting on the sofa, his eyelashes still hung with tears.
