Seeing his little wife's face go dim, Zhan Moxiao asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Ou Lan lowered her head, not daring to look at him, "Hubby, don't you have something to ask me?"
"Do you want to see the baby? I can carry you there."
"That's not it."
"But that's the only thing I want to ask."
Ou Lan looked up at him, "Hubby, even Anqi and Mom think Jia Xuan looks a lot like Mu, don't you have any thoughts about that?"
Zhan Moxiao remained gentle and calm, "Didn't Mom say that a lot of babies look like Baili Mu? Do all those fathers need to have thoughts about that? Besides, I know what kind of person my wife is best. Why would I doubt my wife over such a small matter? I'm not stupid."
Ou Lan was amused by Zhan Moxiao's words and went forward to hold his arm, "Thank you, hubby."
