"Congratulations," Xiya patted her shoulder, her smile warm and welcoming, "Welcome to our spicy mom tribe."
Zhan Mingyan couldn't help but chuckle, her slender hands caressing her flat stomach, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.
Her and his child, who would they resemble more?
The evening breeze was cool and gentle.
"Maomao, come here, eat more vegetables." Khan held Maomao, spoon-feeding her with the devotion of a standard doting dad of a daughter.
"Tch tch, Khan, your dad image can really compete with Quan Jingwu," Bai Jue sipped his red wine and teased.
"What, are you jealous?" Khan lifted an eyelid, glanced at him, and said smugly, "If you're jealous, you'd better hurry up and have one of your own."
Bai Jue snorted, "Jealous my ass, I'm a newlywed basking in marital bliss, not ready to spoil my two-person world with a little light bulb."
Meanwhile, Zhan Mingyan's smile at the corner of her mouth faded.
