Two hours later, Baobei's temperature finally returned to normal, and Gu Qingxin dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Qingxin, my brother didn't do it on purpose. His love for Baobei is absolutely no less than yours," Bai Jingqing couldn't help but defend Beiming Han.
"What does love matter? He doesn't understand Baobei's health, he'll only end up causing her trouble."
It's not the first time; last time he almost caused Baobei her life, and now this again!
"Dozens of cakes, even adults would struggle with that, let alone Baobei?"
"My brother deeply loves his daughter, right? I'll teach him tonight how to take care of Baobei."
"No need, I won't let Baobei be with him alone," Gu Qingxin said coldly.
"Qingxin, you can't do this. This is too cruel! No matter how you see it, my brother is Baobei's biological father. How can you bear to separate them?"
"Cruel?" Gu Qingxin found the term ironic, and her eyes began to redden.
