"Shut your mouth, and if I hear another word from you that shouldn't be heard, I'll cut off your tongue."
So what if he had said that?
He was the one who fired that shot, and Qin Youxuan couldn't pretend as if nothing had happened.
Letting Qin Youxuan know the truth meant that every time she saw her son afterward, she would be reminded of that scene.
When Tingye grew up, he would also know that his life was exchanged for his grandfather's, and he wasn't the only one suffering.
"Waa—"
The little fellow in the bed suddenly realized he had left his mother's arms and burst into loud cries.
Dan Hanjie's eyes flickered, and he stepped forward to pick him up.
"Daddy is here."
"Burp—"
Hearing Dan Hanjie's voice immediately calmed the little one down.
He spat out two milk bubbles and yawned with his mouth open.
Peeking through his dark, glossy eyes, he glanced at Dan Hanjie, then nuzzled his head against his chest.
He bit down on the clothes on his chest.
"I'm Daddy, not Mommy."
