Xia Xin Lan's entire body trembled as she stared at the child without blinking her eyes. Her entire body seemed to have turned into a statue.
For some reason, Xia Xin Lan's mind was completely blank and she could not think.
But even so, her eyes were still fixed on the child on the carpet, not daring to move or speak.
After Chu bingxuan closed the door, he looked at Xia Xinlan, who was still standing there, and then at his son, who was lying on the ground. His eyes were filled with warmth.
This was the person he loved. This was the son of him and his lover. He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
And because of them, he felt that this place was especially warm and felt like home.
The little boy was only one or two years old. He was playing with toys on the carpet while the nanny watched him.
The child gurgled and gurgled. He did not cry or make a fuss. He was the cutest. Moreover, he was fair and beautiful.
