"Of course, Dad said our family now has three treasures," Luo Jun said, hugging her with his small hands.
Three treasures?
Could it be herself, Luo Jun, and Xiao Xiao?!
"Do you know when Dad left?" Luo Xiaoqian asked, holding the soft little one in her arms and kissing his smooth forehead. The little one had a faint milky scent, and his delicate brows and eyes resembled Leng Zimo's by seventy to eighty percent. However, his face had a bit of baby fat, making his little cheeks look like soft, pink buns, making one want to take a bite.
He was born exceedingly cute, yet his eyes carried a hint of understanding beyond his age.
Every time she saw Luo Jun, Luo Xiaoqian would marvel that this little thing must have inherited Leng Zimo's strong genes. Otherwise, how could he be so smart and sensible?
"Around seven o'clock."
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the clock on the table and immediately felt a bit distressed.
