In the Imperial City, in a house in the maple forest community.
With his arms crossed and his back leaning against the door frame, Jiang la tu looked at hai Tianqing, who was playing with his children in the nursery. He opened his mouth, but he hesitated.
Being with hai Tianqing is different from being with second last. You don't have to pay attention to your small actions.
If it were second last, she would have reacted long ago if Jiang la tu had any strange expression.
However, hai Tianqing was so focused on his children that he could not see anything else ...
Jiang la tu thought about it and decided to discuss this issue with hai Tianqing while Fang Xingyun and little Chongyang were not at home.
"Teacher hai,"
"What's wrong, xiaopi?" Hai Tianqing was sitting on the carpet, holding his daughter in one hand and a pacifier in the other. He was playing with his son, who was crawling all over the floor, and looked up at Jiang la tu curiously.
