"Ah, the child," she said.
Qin Jin picked up the cloak and wrapped the child in it, then opened the window to let him reach out his little hand to catch snowflakes.
A snowflake landed in the palm of his hand, instantly melting away.
The child felt the cold, whimpered, and shrank back.
"Cold, that's right, if your hand stays out too long it'll freeze off," Qin Jin said with a smile, then closed the window and taught the child, "Next time, do you still want to reach your hand outside?"
The child gently shook his head.
Li Qiao said, "It's normal for a child to want to connect with the outside world."
Qin Jin said, "This weather isn't good for connecting." He carried the child over to the outside office area, sat down at the office desk, and started to look through the documents in the drawer.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
Then the sound of the security guard speaking, "Director Qin, Factory Chief Lu is making a fuss to see you."
"Let him fuss."
