When she said this, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
But for some reason, Zhu Biao just felt a chill on his back, feeling that this Jiang sister with a smiling face seemed very unhappy inside.
More and more people were attracted by the child's cries, whispers continually.
Zhu Biao could only take a step forward and pick up the child.
Jiang Yingying slightly narrowed her eyes.
His gesture of holding the child was quite skillful, showing that he often did it himself in the residence.
He was usually so crude, unexpected to see such a careful side.
This should be a merit, but in Jiang Yingying's eyes, it just seemed glaring.
The man she loved was gently holding a child born to another woman, wholeheartedly soothing it.
Although the education she received was to have the demeanor of a head lady, to be magnanimous, to have tolerance.
