Dan Hanjie finally won the first victory in the father-son confrontation using special means.
The little guy, full after eating, fell asleep in Qin Youxuan's arms, his sweet sleeping face showing the purity of a newborn.
"He even looks like a child when you see him like this, but when he opens his eyes, I start to doubt if he's only a week old."
Dan Hanjie wrapped his arms around them from behind, his long fingers poking his son's tender cheeks.
He accidentally poked the little one's mouth.
The little guy instantly smacked his lips, making a sucking action as if drinking milk.
"Thinking about eating even in his sleep, what a glutton," Dan Hanjie raised an eyebrow.
Seeing his son furrowing his brow as if he was about the tear up, he didn't stop teasing him.
"Don't bully my son. When you were this small, you might have been even more mischievous than him," Qin Youxuan slapped away his hand and retorted in a lowered voice.
