Mu Xiangwan nodded, but then frowned, "But newborn babies usually sleep with their mom and dad—"
The man glanced back, seeing that they were the only two in the courtyard. His handsome features took on a mysterious expression, with a hint of mischief, "I made him a small bed early on just so he won't have to sleep with us—"
"For..." Mu Xiangwan instinctively wanted to ask why but only got a single word out before realizing the reason behind his mischievous grin. She cursed in frustration, "Su Chaoyang, why can't you be serious for even a moment!"
The baby wasn't even born yet, and he was already thinking of separating the little one from them!
"How am I not serious? I personally made a bed for the child, isn't that serious enough? This is a genuine father's handmade piece!"
"Hmph! You know very well what your real intention is!"
"Then why don't you tell me what my real intention is?" The man's smirk grew even more pronounced.
