An An's chubby little hands still clung tightly to Gu Moqian, looking at Ji Wei's beautiful big eyes with a hint of pleading, unwilling to leave Gu Moqian.
"It's fine to hold him for a while." Gu Moqian looked at his son, responding with rare warmth.
"..."
Ji Wei's arms froze there, then slowly fell.
Why did she suddenly feel a little envious of her son, also wanting a loving hug?
Gu Moqian held An An and walked into the dining room, then he glanced back at Ji Wei, "Join us for breakfast."
Huh?
Ji Wei looked at the man's handsome, deep-set features, stunned and somewhat pleasantly surprised.
It seemed that seeing An An had improved Gu Moqian's mood, and did that mean she was no longer disliked?
With mixed emotions, Ji Wei walked over and saw Gu Moqian place An An in a children's high chair, then began to pick up an egg, peeling it and breaking it into small pieces for An An's special bowl.
