"Sister, if you don't have time to care for him, you can initially send the baby boy over to our place." Zhu Qianyu didn't quite understand Zhu Qianying's earlier approach.
"Oh, great director, this is real life, not a TV show."
After Zhu Qianyu won the best director award a year ago, the Ji Family, including Zhu Qianying, occasionally teased her by calling her 'great director'.
And she, truly embodied the ideals and aestheticism inherent in an artist.
She desired things too idealistically, as if an ethereal fairy untouched by the mundane world. Thankfully, she'd met a man like Ji Huan. If she'd ended up with a jerk, who knows how many times she'd have been hurt.
Ji Huan, of course, understood the situation far better than Zhu Qianyu. Patting her head gently, he began to explain.
