"Come on, let's go shopping for our son." Jian Qing dragged him away from the baby girl section to prevent his persisting fixation on little dresses.
While choosing clothes for their boy, Quan Jingwu didn't show much enthusiasm. He casually grabbed a few items and tossed them into the shopping cart.
Jian Qing watched his nonchalant behaviour with a speechless expression.
With her arms crossed, she leisurely watched him, speaking, "Xiaojing, I think I should take our son back to M Country. I wouldn't want you to neglect him and hurt his feelings."
Upon hearing this, Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows and, with a gaze of his purple eyes, wrapped his large hand around her soft waist, pulling her into his arms.
"Who said I don't love our son, huh?"
His voice was low and slightly hoarse.
The store's customers had been furtively glancing at the two. At this scene, a few people instinctively gasped.
Whoosh.
