The couple carefully checked their precious son from head to toe. The little guy's skin was smooth and white like milk, without a single red mark, let alone any scars, so he probably hadn't been mistreated.
Ye Qingci helped the little guy put on his clothes and asked Jian Shichu, "Did I overthink it? Seeing our son hit that babysitter, I thought maybe she bullied him when we weren't looking."
"It's not that you overthought it," Jian Shichu said coldly. "When you were carrying our son upstairs, I glanced at the babysitter, and her eyes were shifty, avoiding mine. She definitely has a guilty conscience."
"That's not necessarily true," Ye Qingci said while holding their son. "You don't know how scary you look when you stare coldly at people. Even older folks can't take it, let alone a college graduate who's just started working. Even if she's done nothing wrong, she wouldn't dare look you in the eyes."
