"Don't worry, it's dried properly, I assure you she won't catch cold," Lu Tingli responded.
The little guy was indeed his offspring—no matter how much he outwardly showed disdain, deep down he loved him and would of course take good care of him.
Xia Ningxing looked over at the little one and, seeing that he was as Lu Tingli had said, she was immediately reassured.
"As long as it's dry, that's good."
"Your hair isn't dry yet, come here, I'll help you dry it too," Lu Tingli gestured to Xia Ningxing.
While speaking, his eyes and brows were filled with tenderness, a stark contrast to his earlier attitude toward the child.
"Coming," Xia Ningxing said with a smile, walking towards him.
As he helped her dry her hair, Xia Ningxing unbuttoned her shirt to feed the little one.
The little guy was sucking so fiercely that Xia Ningxing inhaled sharply from the pain, her eyebrows involuntarily knitting together.