Xiaocheng scanned Yan Ye up and down several times with his clear, shining eyes, but there was no baby bottle in sight!
And his response, in concert with the special look Lian Xinying had just given Yan Ye, could it get any more in sync?
Lian Xinying kept a straight face, but inside, she was already laughing to the point of tears.
Fortunately, they were seated in a private booth, separated from the guests in the main hall, so Xiaocheng's fuss didn't embarrass Yan Ye too much.
Shortly after the dishes were served, someone delivered some mixed milk.
That person handed the baby bottle directly to Yan Ye.
Now that the baby bottle was in front of Yan Ye, Xiaocheng stared unwaveringly at it on the table, refusing to eat the porridge Lian Xinying was offering him.
"Come here, and I'll let you drink," Yan Ye used the baby bottle as bait to lure Xiaocheng over.
From doubt to a growing certainty that this boy was his son, Yan Ye's emotions were a complex mix.
