That day, they decided to return.
Song Moting drove there, and this time he drove back.
Once home, Old Mrs. Fan lay down, and although Jiang Xiaoxiao was worried, she was persuaded by Fan Xiuying and had to leave.
She also had a baby, Tang Yuan, who had just turned one month old.
She couldn't just ignore him.
The couple returned home.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the little Tang Yuan sleep so soundly, lying there with his limbs outstretched like a little frog with a puffed belly.
They both felt a tender affection.
Jiang Xiaoxiao pinched her son's smooth, delicate little face, this little face really made one never want to let go.
She sighed with worry, feeling she wasn't a qualified mother.
One thing after another happened after the baby was born; there were too many things.
She hadn't spent much time with the baby altogether.
The problem was, they had already started school, and giving birth coincided with the school's reopening.
