Zhao Youlin's stomach had already taken on a certain shape and it was inconvenient to carry the child. Thus, she gave Mu Tingfeng a look and asked him to help carry the child.
Mu Tingfeng understood and bent over to carry Joy. Joy immediately wrapped his arms around Mu Tingfeng's neck like an octopus.
"Daddy, I'm so scared, I'm so scared."
Mu Tingfeng looked at his miserable son and sighed softly. He patted his son's back. He said in a low voice, "It's okay. It's okay. You're a man. You can't cry over such a small matter. Did you see how hard mom tried to save you today? Mom worked so hard because you weren't strong enough. If you had been strong enough, she wouldn't need to protect you at all. You should be the one to protect mom."
