Leaving these words behind, he opened the door and walked out, his steps having a somewhat urgent, escape-like flavor.
Ming Zhengxun looked at Qiaoxu somewhat helplessly, "Don't you know that your mom is shy?"
Qiaoxu looked at Ming Zhengxun, blinked, and smiled, "Don't you want to have another child with my mom?"
Ming Zhengxun certainly wanted to have a child of his own with Lin Jingshu, but she was, after all, already in her forties, and he would not insist on it.
If it's meant to be, it will happen. If not, then so be it.
Thinking back to her admitting their relationship by calling Xia Yumo "our daughter" when she was outside, whether Qiaoxu was his biological child or not didn't matter.
"Let's just let things unfold naturally."
Ming Zhengxun smiled elegantly, "I'll go check on your mom."
After Ming Zhengxun left, the smile on Qiaoxu's face grew even larger.
"I've never seen my mom so shy before."
