Mo Shu burst into laughter and pulled out his phone from the pocket of the maternity dress.
Yu Siqiao blocked with his hand, wary, "What are you trying to do?"
"Don't move," Mo Shu swatted his hand away, gleefully saying, "I'm just taking a photo to keep as a memento."
Yu Siqiao frowned, "Does it look good?"
Mo Shu laughed even louder, "Doesn't it look good, right, Uncle Tao?"
Uncle Tao, their gardener, couldn't help but laugh as well, giving a big thumbs up, "Looks great!"
Unfortunately, even if Yu Siqiao was dressed as a woman, he didn't quite pull it off.
Yu Siqiao's aura was as if he had been raised in a chaotic scene since he was a child, cold and stern, looking a bit fierce.
Although, in front of their lady at home, he couldn't look fierce at all.
Seeing Mo Shu laugh so happily, Yu Siqiao could only resign himself to being photographed.
Mo Shu snapped several pictures, then leaned in smiling, "Crouch down a bit."
