Yu Xia was so touched, despite her painful face, she happily sent a message to Xie Qingci.
[Yue said when he grows up, he wants to take care of me / dabbing eyes with handkerchief crying.jpg]
After a while, Xie Qingci replied: [I can take care of you too]
Yu Xia: [That's not the same.]
Xie Qingci: [The pleasure of raising a son for old age, right? I can't give you that kind of pleasure.]
Yu Xia: [If you want, I can have another son.]
Xie Qingci: [Want to play this kind of role? I'll cooperate, and we can take our time once the filming is wrapped.]
Yu Xia: […]
Forget it, it's better not to discuss these sentimental topics with him; they always go off track in the end.
She continued to watch the little cub.
The child changes day by day; when he was just born, he looked like a skinny red monkey, but after a few days, he started to plump up.
It's about time to be discharged from the hospital.
