A good night's sleep.
Qin Youxuan was truly exhausted, sleeping until ten o'clock in the morning without any sign of waking.
The little one seemed hungry, occasionally kicking his little legs and swinging a little fist...
You could tell there was activity just by looking at the surface of her belly.
"Baby, stop fussing..."
Qin Youxuan murmured, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach as she turned over and continued sleeping.
Hanjie stood by the window, his black shirt exuding a cold aura, his tall figure leaning against the balcony's floor-to-ceiling window.
His gaze, however, returned to the person on the bed.
She had entered his study last night and even used his computer—these things, he had seen from the study's surveillance footage.
He could even guess from her expression what news she was browsing.
Hanjie touched the cigarette box, feeling the urge to smoke, but remembering he was in the bedroom, he restrained himself.
