Jian Luo chuckled, "If I had a problem, I might be jealous of you."
As he spoke, he bent down to pick up Seventeen. Black Jack stood beside him, looking at Seventeen's eyes, which closely resembled those of Jian Qing, his thin lips lifting slightly.
"Luo Xiaobai, this little one indeed has eyes similar to yours," he said, reaching out to touch Seventeen's tender cheeks.
Jian Luo smiled, "I think so too."
From the side, Bai Jue, not to be outdone, began to tease, "Tsk tsk, can you two tone it down a bit? Obviously, the baby looks just like Jian Qing."
"You strange man can shut your mouth now," Black Jack retorted angrily.
"Black Jack, hold Seventeen for a moment," Jian Luo said carefully as he placed Seventeen into Black Jack's arms. This was Black Jack's first time holding such a small child, and his face showed a trace of helplessness.
"You don't need to be nervous, just hold like this. Seventeen is easy to care for," Jian Luo said softly.
