Fu Nancheng curled his lips, his gaze carrying a hint of fondness.
Looking at the three figures, one big and two small, he suddenly felt that maybe this was happiness.
The family of four sat at the table, ready to have dinner.
Chenchen furrowed his delicate little eyebrows, seriously staring at Qiao Mo, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Qiao Mo softly said, "What's wrong? Is there something on Mommy's face?"
Chenchen worriedly asked, "Mommy, your face is so red! Are you sick?"
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, then her face turned even redder, quickly putting down her chopsticks and went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.
Fu Nancheng's eye twitched slightly, this little guy, ran off in such a panic! Isn't this admitting without being beaten?
After a while, Qiao Mo returned, but her face was still a bit rosy.
"Let's eat." Qiao Mo pretended to be calm.
