Xiao Qimo gave all his tenderness solely to Lu Mian.
The overbearing CEO-style coquetry that others would never hear in their lifetime, Xiao Qimo now spoke naturally.
On the other end of the call, Lu Mian hesitated for a moment.
"Director Qi, I need to tell you something."
Holding his phone, Xiao Qimo grabbed the black trench coat off the hanger and was about to leave work.
He should go pick up his wife from school.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Well... ahem!" Lu Mian paused to collect her thoughts, then spoke solemnly, "You're going to be a father."
"Alright, whatever you decide is fine."
While putting on his coat, Xiao Qimo had the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, instinctively agreeing with everything his wife said.
Clearly, both his tone and mood were quite good.
The person on the other side seemed to pause, "You accepted it that quickly?"
"..." Accepted what?
Xiao Qimo, with his half-worn coat, suddenly replayed the conversation in his mind.
