Duanmu Nan looked down at the teenager who was a head shorter than him, with a softened and somewhat gloomy gaze.
He seemed to already know something.
"Alright!"
"Master, is there some hidden mystery inside your hairpin? Gouzi, quickly, show us!"
Long Yue loved seeing novel things, but these days she was confined due to postpartum practices and couldn't move much, otherwise she'd sweat. In such hot weather, after a month, it was truly... indescribable.
Now, there was finally something fun, and Long Yue couldn't wait.
"A Mu, come, hold this!"
Long Yue handed the child to Li Qingmu, then moved next to Gouzi.
Li Qingmu, holding the child, looked discontent, but he couldn't show any dissatisfaction. Otherwise, his wife would scold him later. Sigh, it's really difficult being a person.
No one paid attention to the gloomy father; everyone was focused on Gouzi.
