Bo Qin's gaze became a bit colder, "I understand, Mom, thank you."
"No need for thanks, we are mother and son, and Jian Dan is my daughter-in-law, also the person you like. Do you think I would like any daughter-in-law? Go and indirectly ask Jian Dan if she's feeling uncomfortable. I'm worried that the past few days have affected her mood. She didn't say anything before, it was Aunt Zhang who told me yesterday.
I originally wanted to tell you yesterday, but you came back too late. Today, I thought about waiting until after Jianjian's hundred-day banquet to tell you."
"I understand, Mom, you rest early."
...
When Bo Qin returned to the room, Jian Dan had just finished bathing Bo Jian, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him out to put on the bed. Bo Jian's little hands and feet were moving, and he was giggling, looking particularly adorable.
Bo Qin's cold expression slightly softened; he looked at his son's fair, tender image, and a smile gradually emerged.
"Finished bathing?"
