Seeing Wen Mansha, Wu Heng quickened his pace, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and sat down beside the chair, "You've worked hard."
"Not at all!" Wen Mansha said coquettishly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Wu Heng's gaze shifted to the child drinking milk in his arms, who was also staring back at him with big eyes.
Big eyes, skin so white and tender.
"She looks like you."
"Really?" Wen Mansha gently bounced the baby, "Daddy's come to see you."
The child continued to suckle, with milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
She had no reaction to their conversation whatsoever.
"Now you know, don't you!" Wu Heng laughed, his finger gently touching her cheek.
The baby girl paused in her sucking, let go of the nipple with a burp of milk, and stared at him with big eyes.
Then she let out a 'wah' and burst into tears.
The sudden crying startled Wu Heng, leaving him somewhat at a loss. He looked at Wen Mansha for an explanation, "She... this, I didn't do anything."
