Very soon, Wen Jin looked down at Yu Xiaobao and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaobao?"
Yu Xiaobao rubbed against Wen Jin, who picked her up without thinking.
Yu Xiaobao naturally leaned against Wen Jin, her soft voice ringing in Wen Jin's ears.
"I know what kind of wedding dress Mommy likes," Yu Xiaobao said softly.
"What is it like?" Wen Jin was startled, but he still asked calmly.
Both father and daughter were very smart, and neither of them exposed what had happened in the afternoon.
It felt like a casual chat.
"Mommy looks very independent and straightforward, but Mommy is a little girl inside," Yu Xiaobao seemed to be trying to describe it.
"She's like me," she said, smiling. "She likes the kind of wedding dress that's very princessy, very dreamy, and very shiny."
Wen Jin was really surprised. It was probably because he couldn't associate this wedding dress with Yu Anwan.
