After bathing the child, Shen Zhiyi wrapped Duan Jiaze in a large towel. Since he had been scared, he became a bit dazed and wasn't as lively as before, clingier than usual, standing in the bathtub reaching out to be hugged.
Shen Zhiyi bent down to pick him up, but failed on the first try. As she was about to make a second attempt, there was a light knock on the bathroom door, and Pei Yu walked over, looking down at the little chub, "Can't you walk by yourself?"
A four-year-old child, all flesh, how could she carry him?
Since Duan Jiaze was frightened, he had received a lot of careful pampering, knowing he was a child cherished by someone, becoming particularly spoiled, pouting, "I just want to be held."
Pei Yu, with a cold face, disliking the child's fuss, was about to scold him again when Shen Zhiyi disapprovingly stepped in front of him, "Are you going to scare him again?"
"...I'm not."
