"Let's see how long you can keep this up." Zhao Yunyong entered the kitchen.
Zhan Tingzhi cradled Zihan back into his arms, playing with her as he chatted with Tang Huai. The scene was quite warm and cozy, but Jing Xuan really disliked seeing it.
He stepped forward and reached out to Zihan, "Zihan, let Brother Jing Xuan hold you."
When Zihan saw Jing Xuan wanted to hold her, her small arms suddenly wrapped around Zhan Tingzhi's neck, her dark, bright eyes looking at Jing Xuan with a hint of reluctance.
Her little head even leaned more towards Zhan Tingzhi's shoulder. Clearly, she was rejecting Jing Xuan's embrace.
Zhan Tingzhi felt a great sense of accomplishment. The little Zihan actually didn't want Jing Xuan to hold her. He nodded in approval, looking at Jing Xuan provocatively, "Zihan will let anyone hold her, just not you. Jing Xuan, did you hit her or something?"
Jing Xuan glanced coolly at Zhan Tingzhi, "Do I look like a violent and twisted person to you?" Hurt a baby?
