"Father."
Upon seeing his relative, Little Baby's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but call out loudly. He leaned forward eagerly, reaching out his little hands for a hug.
Su Qingluo came to her senses and quickly took a few steps forward, handing Little Baby over to his father.
"Xuan'er."
The noble lord took his son carefully into his arms, his loving indulgence evident on his face, adding a touch of warmth to his unparalleled charming features.
"Wuwu."
Little Baby, now in the arms of his close relative, finally let out the long-repressed grievance.
Nestled in the noble lord's embrace for just a moment, he pursed his little mouth and started sobbing with a pair of wronged eyes full of tears.
"Xuan'er, be good, don't be afraid, Father is here, no one will dare hurt you again."
The nobleman gently hugged the prince, gently patting his back, his voice soft and soothing, as intoxicating as fine wine.