Snatching the child from his arms, she dressed the little one in pajamas, then plugged in the hairdryer and began to blow-dry his hair.
Kangkang seemed to have grown accustomed to her fussing, quietly playing with his own fingers, not mischievous at all.
Seeing his plan about to fail, Tang Yuchen simply lay on the bed, pretending to be too tired to get up, "I said I'm not sleeping in the children's room, I want to sleep with my son. Baby, I've only recognized my son for two days, I can't be without him."
He always knew exactly what to say to hit her soft spot.
Yes, he had only recently acknowledged the child, and to save him, he'd spared no effort at all.
No matter how many things she'd been through, An Ruo's weakness was always her tenderness.
She sighed and decided to compromise, "Fine, you can sleep here, but don't pull anything."
