Tang Can looked up, startled by He Jiahao's request. She hesitated for a moment, but then, seeing the hopeful look in He Xui Cai's eyes and the softened expression on his father's face, she nodded. "Of course, Father," she said, gently passing Jaehyun to him.
He Jiahao took the baby in his arms, his stern expression melting as he gazed at his grandson. Jaehyun blinked up at him, his tiny hand curling around He Jiahao's finger. A small smile tugged at the corners of He Jiahao's lips, a rare sight that softened the atmosphere around them.
"He's a strong little boy," He Jiahao murmured, his voice filled with unexpected warmth. "Just like his name and he does look like your mother."