Ning Yanan's gaze flickered, and the expression on her face withdrew.
"He looks a lot like Mr. Jie."
The father and son were as if carved from the same mold. Not even a full month old and already so beautiful, by the time he grows up, he'll probably be another lethal charmer.
"My son, if not like me, whom else would he resemble? It's just that he might not deserve such a capable godmother," Dan Hanjie said, walking up to the sofa and sitting down beside Qin Youxuan.
With one arm around her shoulder, he crossed his long legs on the coffee table, eyebrow raised as he looked at Ning Yanan.
"Police Director Ning finally returns in glory, promoted two ranks. I haven't even had the chance to congratulate you yet."
"..."
Ning Yanan clenched her palm, biting her lips without making a sound.
She knew Dan Hanjie still remembered the past issues, and she didn't know how to start speaking.
Her lips quivered several times, "I'm sorry."
