"I'm going to check on the baby boy..."
After roughly sketching out the image that had suddenly popped up in her brain, she took a break from her work. She finally thought about her son and stood up to check on him.
"Don't worry; I've put him to bed!" Yan Han, who was also busy at that time, heard her say this and reassured her.
Zhu Qianying felt a bit guilty. It wasn't the first or the second time that she had neglected her son because of her work.
Thank goodness, there was once her mother and now, there was Yan Han.
Although Yan Han assured her, she still felt somewhat uneasy. So, she stood up and went out to check.
Of course, her uneasiness was not because she questioned Yan Han's reliability. Rather, it was a mother's worry.
The baby boy was sound asleep, covered with a cozy blanket. His mouth slightly opened, the corners of his lips a bit tilted upward. He seemed to be dreaming of something pleasant, giving him a blissful appearance.
