Unless he himself fell down, the probability of him dropping the baby boy was zero.
The little boy nuzzled his head in his neck and mumbled, "Dummy…" shortly before drifting back to sleep.
As the instigator of the chaos, Zhu Qianying was frightened and relieved to see that her son was unharmed. She reached out to pat her son's back and glared fiercely at Young Master Yanhuang.
Young Master Yanhuang felt a bit guilty, much like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong. He coughed awkwardly twice.
Zhu Qianying had no words for him. Seeing her son had fallen asleep again, she quickened her pace and walked ahead.
Naturally, her approach was quite childish.
With Young Master Yanhuang's long legs, he could cover in one stride what took her two.
Indeed, she hadn't gotten far when the momentarily left-behind Young Master Yanhuang quickly caught up with her.
"Ying'er, I'm sorry!"
Young Master Yanhuang's apology was sincere.
