The housekeeper took a step back in fright, not daring to utter a peep.
Han Zhifan didn't make things difficult for the housekeeper and blurted out, "I'll make the preparations myself." He raised his chin as a signal for the housekeeper to leave first.
The housekeeper didn't stay a moment longer. Upon seeing Han Zhifan's signal, she fled down the stairs.
Every now and then, the sound of Cheng Han's laughter escaped the baby's room, coupled with Cheng Weiwan's affectionate laughter.
While Han Zhifan had admired these sounds earlier, he now felt like he was being stabbed in the heart by a sharp dagger. The pain smothered his chest.
He didn't listen any longer; he quickly turned around and walked into the study.
