"Mo, Xiaobai is more popular than both of us." Ye Jiuliang leaned into Li Mochan's arms, her gaze falling on the little one surrounded by everyone.
Li Mochan chuckled softly, taking advantage of an unguarded moment to plant a light kiss on her forehead, "No worries, you are more popular with me."
Ye Jiuliang's heart felt sweet, she looked up at him and clicked her tongue, "Talking so sweetly, seems like you didn't add honey to the chicken soup just now?"
Detecting the underlying meaning in her words, the smile in Li Mochan's eyes deepened, "What do you think?"
The couple exchanged a knowing smile.
Everyone was busy playing with Xiaobai, so they didn't notice the little gestures between the two of them.
Disliking the hospital smell, and preferring the convenience of staying at home for postpartum recovery, Ye Jiuliang couldn't wait any longer and decided to discharge today instead of tomorrow.
In the afternoon, the group carrying their bags left the hospital with grandeur.