Tao Juran looks like she left here long ago.
Song Mu doesn't even know where she is.
If Tao Juran has any conscience at all, she should definitely come back to find Song Mu.
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Ye Mansion.
"Little Mutang, if you keep fussing at night, Mommy won't get up to feed you..."
Tang Suiyu leaned against the headboard, looking particularly exhausted, her eyes were bleary.
Ye Gushen watched her tired expression, his heart aching.
"Honey..."
"Your daughter is really demanding!"
"She's your daughter too." Ye Gushen held her, looking down at Little Mutang who was seriously nursing.
More than twenty days had passed, and she was growing cuter by the day.
"I really don't know which punk will get lucky enough to marry our cute daughter in the future!"
"Hubby, you're thinking too early, that's at least twenty years away!" She yawned, "I'm definitely not letting my daughter marry early!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes! Absolutely not!"
