Mu Qian didn't know how to hand over the child to Lan Ling, so he stood there stiffly waiting for her to come and hold the baby. When she slowly picked up Little Treasure, watching the child's head tilt back, the usually aloof and reticent man suddenly trembled with a phrase, "Be careful."
Lan Ling paused for a moment, nodded with an assured face, and said, "Master, rest assured in entrusting the young master to me."
At that moment, Little Treasure moved and seemed to smile, those tender, pink lips and deep, black eyes staring straight at him. Mu Qian felt his heart might just melt.
Lan Ling sat down holding the little one, scooped up a small spoonful of warm water to his lips.
The baby's mouth moved slightly, gently sucking, and drank over ten spoonfuls in no time.
