Ye Nuanxi had just come out of the kitchen when she happened to see the man carefully kissing the child's eyes with deep, red-rimmed eyes. The tough heart he had built over the years was struck hard by the scene before him!
The unexpected blow was achingly felt in her heart, and it was clear, the man loved his child deeply!
"Cough, cough…"
Seeing her like this, Ye Nuanxi's awkward mood vanished immediately, and all her attention focused on the child in his arms, "Um, Mr. Huo, how is the baby doing?"
Rationality told her she should have referred to him as the young master or the little gentleman, but for some reason, as soon as her gaze met the black hair on the little head in his arms, the words "baby" slipped out uncontrollably—maybe because she had called for her lost baby too often over the years!
So much so that she could hardly control herself upon seeing a child!
"He's fine, just asleep!"
