Midday.
Zhonghai, a high-end Western restaurant.
Lin Fei, Mu Shanshan, and Keke sat facing each other.
"Wife, you should give Keke to me. Given your current mental state, you're not really suitable to take care of our daughter." Lin Fei saw that after Mu Shanshan fed Keke a small piece of Western-style cake, she zoned out, holding a little fork.
Not willing, Keke kept looking up at Lin Fei with a tiny anxious face, waiting eagerly. Lin Fei couldn't help but signal to Mu Shanshan, intending to get up and carry Keke from her arms to his side.
"Huh? No, no, she's my daughter, I'll feed her myself." Mu Shanshan, brought back to her senses by Lin Fei's reminder, replied a bit incoherently.
Mu Shanshan apologetically patted Keke's little head to comfort her, then quickly forked a piece of cake for Keke.
