She looked as delicate as a dolled-up jade figurine. With red lips, white teeth, pitch-black eyes, and rosy cheeks peeking through her white face, she seemed so tender and soft that one couldn't help but want to squeeze and hug her.
Looking at Gu Junzhu, who was gazing at the child with such affection, it was as if he was looking at his own flesh and blood.
It made sense.
Just a few glances at the child made his heart itch with longing.
Well, since the child was so reliant on Gu Junzhu, it was only natural for Gu Junzhu to love him.
Gu Junzhu carried the little boy back to Ye Xingbei's side.
Ye Xingbei pinched the little one's cheek and pretended to be angry: "You little rascal! Always thinking about Daddy and forgetting Mommy, right?"
Although she was feigning anger, there was undeniable bitterness in her heart.
