In less than half an hour, Shang Yu picked up Li Qiao.
Zong Yue enviously saw them off at the door. She saw with her own eyes how Uncle Shaoyan opened his coat to embrace Qiaoqiao in his arms, every move full of unmistakable affection.
She stood there for a long time, envious yet a bit melancholy.
The mid-December weather was quite cold. Zong Yue shivered and hurriedly turned to go back inside.
At the entrance, Li Jun's tall and commanding figure stood there, his lips pressed together as he looked at Zong Yue, his expression unusually complicated.
Zong Yue's breath hitched. She patted her chest and teased, "Why are you standing here? You gave me a fright."
This playful complaint made her previously indifferent expression become much more lively.
Li Jun's Adam's apple bobbed as he pulled her hand towards him, "Xiao Yue, let's have a child."
He stated it as a fact rather than a question.
