Li Qiao subtly knitted her brows, and as she lowered her eyes, her gaze happened to fall on her protruding pregnant belly.
Five years... the little one is also five years old now.
His father runs the South Sea, he runs Parma, it's not... impossible.
As soon as this thought occurred, Li Qiao fully agreed with it.
Then... her belly suddenly twitched, and for the first time, the human baby had fetal movement.
Li Qiao touched her pregnant belly with delight, her eyes brimming with sparkles.
He moved.
...
At 3:30 that afternoon, the private jet took off from Parma International Airport, and Li Qiao and her group set off back to the South Sea.
After more than two months of traveling, by the time the plane landed, it was already spring in the South Sea, with grass growing, orioles flying, and green willows on both sides.
At the bottom of the gangway, the breeze lifted everyone's clothes, and He Chen waved his hand, "I'm off first."
