Faced with Shang Yu's inquiry, Li Qiao pursed her lips and silently leaned her forehead against his chest.
Seeing this, the man frowned slightly, holding Li Qiao's shoulders, and looked down to scrutinize her expression.
After a few seconds, Shang Yu sighed softly, bent down to pick up Li Qiao, and turned back to the second floor.
Perhaps her reticence left the man a little puzzled. When they returned to the study, Shang Yu sat down and gently coaxed Li Qiao, holding her waist, "What's wrong?"
Li Qiao's fingers unconsciously fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, turning her head to look out the window, and spoke softly after a long pause, "Nothing."
"Don't want to talk?" Shang Yu tightened his embrace, holding her more closely, and teasingly said, "Should I go ask Yin Mo?"
Li Qiao glanced at him from the corner of her eye, tugging at her lips and tried probing, "How about we have a second child?"
She wanted a daughter.
