"Dan Hanjie, I think I heard the baby crying. He hasn't had milk all day; he must be fussing."
"You're overthinking it; he's sleeping soundly and hasn't asked for you."
Dan Hanjie glanced at her and grabbed her small hand, squeezing it in his palm.
"I really heard it."
Qin Youxuan just couldn't rest easy, always feeling the sound of a baby's cry in her ears.
Moreover, when Tingye had his full-month celebration, he stayed over at the Ye Family for one night and refused to drink milk the next day.
Qin Youxuan had taken medicine now and dared not breastfeed the baby, but thinking of the little one fussing made her unbearably heartache.
"The maternity matron is taking good care of him; he's not crying."
Dan Hanjie knew she didn't believe him, so he simply lifted her out of bed and carried her to the neighboring baby room.
He let her see for herself the little one sleeping soundly.
