Xia Yuxun was absentmindedly scribbling on Leng Sichen's white shirt with her finger, "Sichen, Sichen, I really want one! A baby! I really want one! Want a baby! Is that okay, is it alright, is it okay, huh?"
No problem, that impolite coquetry at the beginning wasn't an issue, the crux was the sentence that followed.
Just as Leng Sichen was about to put on a stern face and educate her that one should not simply ask for other people's things, Xia Yuxun's bright, shiny eyes looked at him, "Sichen, can you have a baby for me, please?"
Quiet, serene, stillness...
It wasn't just Leng Sichen; Ou Mingxuan, Qin Mengying, Nangong Lin, and Leng Sichen's subordinates nearby were all dumbfounded.
Even the baby blinked dumbly, stopping its babbling noises.
Liang Qian, holding back a laugh yet not daring to, was almost suffocating. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran three thousand miles, hiding where Leng Sichen couldn't hear him and burst into loud laughter.
