The couple meticulously checked their precious son from head to toe. The little guy's skin was milk-white, without a single red mark or any scars, indicating he hadn't been mistreated.
Ye Qingci dressed the little guy and asked Jian Shichu, "Am I overthinking it? Seeing our son hit that babysitter, I thought she might have bullied him when we weren't looking."
"You're not overthinking it," Jian Shichu said coldly, "When you were carrying him upstairs, I glanced at that babysitter. She was avoiding eye contact, dodging left and right, and couldn't look me in the eye. She's definitely hiding something."
"Not necessarily," Ye Qingci said, holding their son. "You have no idea how intimidating you look when you're staring coldly. Even adults can't handle it, let alone a college graduate who just started working. Even if she's done nothing wrong, she'd still be afraid to meet your gaze."
