An Ziqi blinked and directly placed Little Xiao'an into the outstretched hands of Jialan.
Jialan lowered his head and looked at the little one. For two whole seconds, their big eyes stared into smaller ones, and in an instant, he was utterly charmed by the tiny bundle of cuteness.
He huffed, sat down on the sofa holding Little Xiao'an, and glared at Jiayin. "Don't think this little one can save you. If you don't explain the situation about the baby to me clearly, I swear I'll break your legs today."
Baby? What the hell?
An Ziqi turned to look at Jiayin, and everyone else in the living room also turned their heads toward her.
Jiayin pouted, "Daddy, you've been chasing me from G Country to C Country, and then all the way here, just for this? What baby? Are you sure you're not misunderstanding something?"
"Misunderstanding?"
Jialan glared at her, freed up one hand, pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of him.
