The two of them made a brief, pretentious visit to the Su Mansion and then left.
In the yard where Su Qingyue lived, Little Ye'er saw his mom reading medical books under the tree. The little guy sensibly poured her a cup of tea and quietly stayed by her side without disturbing her.
Xiao Yuchuan, on the other hand, was holding their son and sitting next to his wife, his bright eyes almost glued to her.
Just by looking at his wife's exquisite face, his heart was filled with bubbles of love, ready to give her his whole heart.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" Little Ye'er tilted his little head, noticing his father's fiery gaze towards his mom, and asked in a tender voice, "Why do you look at Mom like you're looking at food?"
"Ahem..." Xiao Yuchuan coughed lightly, nearly choking on his own saliva, "Because... your mom looks delicious."
Little Ye'er wrinkled his little brow in confusion, "Dad, did you eat Mom?"
