"He's actually ready to name the baby?" she thought.
Shen Manting felt her heart jolt with shock, and she felt angry, like how a person feels when their possessions are coveted by another.
Her brows furrowed into a frown, and she reached out her hands and said, "Give me the baby."
But she'd already taken the child back while she was speaking.
Shen Manting's voice was rather harsh. Shen Luo'an wasn't stupid. He could tell she was angry.
Shen Luo'an pursed his lips and he, too, began to scowl.
He'd been in good spirits, but when he saw how guarded Shen Manting was, his mood took a sudden downturn, and his gentle gaze turned increasingly cold.
"Shen Manting, what do you mean by this?" His voice wasn't raised, but it clearly carried a hint of anger.
When Shen Manting heard his voice, she backed off.
When she looked up, she saw Shen Luo'an's angry expression.
