"..."
Rui Hui's chest trembled with indignation, "Hooligan!"
She couldn't believe that Diwu Zexuan didn't know she had never had a child and couldn't possibly have breast milk!
Rui Hui was fuming with anger as she stepped forward, only to see the little Tingye being placed into Diwu Zexuan's hands.
"Keep him steady for me. I'm going to prepare some milk."
"..."
Diwu Zexuan looked at the little fellow crying in his arms, his red nose and eyes making a stark contrast against his devilishly captivating eyes as he furrowed his brows.
"Tingye is very restless now. Don't let him sleep alone; it's best to hold him."
Rui Hui saw his frown and couldn't help but repeat her instruction with unease before turning around to make the milk.
Diwu Zexuan cradled the little one with one hand and noticed his tender cheeks were a bit red. He walked over to the medicine box, took out a tube of ointment, and squeezed a rice-sized amount onto his fingertip.
