Laying in her princess-like crib, Little Sprout was wearing all pink. When Ye Moxuan held her into his arms, she immediately stopped crying and looked at him with a pair of clear, curious eyes.
Ye Moxuan, who was quite frustrated at the beginning, immediately felt his frustration disintegrate as soon as he saw her.
He stretched out his fingers and touched Little Sprout's soft, fair forehead as he said in a low voice, “You little, unobservant fool. Don’t cry for no good reason and disturb your parents.”
He wasn’t too sure if it was the telepathy between a parent and a child, but after Ye Moxuan touched her gently, Little Sprout started chuckling.
It was still manageable if she hadn’t laughed, but as soon as she did, the remaining grudges that Ye Moxuan still bore completely disappeared. Though he still kept a sullen expression on his face, he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes at all.
He stretched out his hand to poke Little Sprouts cheeks and played with her using his fingers, and she chuckled the entire time.