Although Jiang Yichun had snatched the child away, his action was very gentle. By the time Wan Minglu recovered, the child was already in Jiang Yichun's arms.
Bai Ruozhu was busy making hand pancakes on the side, somewhat surprised in her heart. Could that sharp-tongued man named Jiang coax a child?
Perhaps he's already married and a father. Naturally, he can soothe a child if he has one himself. Bai Ruozhu began to murmur in her heart but felt slightly uneasy. She remembered the image of the sharp-tongued man deliberately irritating her. If he already has a child, why doesn't he stay home and take care of his child instead of coming to bother her?
With these thoughts, she flipped the hand pancakes vigorously, as if she wanted to stab them hard.
Everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Yichun. Even latecomers were curious how a man with such an ugly mask and a cold aura around him would soothe a child.