Gu Cheng: "..."
Gu Cheng watched the little one making a fuss, his thin lips pursed, and he immediately spoke up, "Let me comfort him."
"Okay."
Sang Yu handed Gu Qingshen to Gu Cheng, and the next moment, little Qingshen cried even harder.
Gu Cheng: "..."
Was this a rejection of himself?
Gu Cheng felt somewhat baffled, tugging at the corner of his mouth, utterly puzzled.
He had never done anything to offend this stinky little boy...
Huh...
Seeing this, Sang Yu immediately took Gu Qingshen back into her arms and coaxed softly, "Qingshen, mommy's here... good... not going to let daddy hold you, okay?"
"Hmm."
The tiny person seemed to feel his mother's comfort, and settled down in Sang Yu's arms immediately, but his little mouth still very accurately nuzzled closer into Sang Yu's chest.
Obviously, he wanted to continue feeding...
Seeing this, Sang Yu let out a light chuckle, swiftly lifted her clothes to continue breastfeeding the little one.
Gu Cheng: "..."
