The baby's liveliness made the harmony between them much better.
Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, enthusiastically flipping through the images taken during the day, seemingly never getting enough.
Of course, she couldn't help but speculate whether it was going to be a boy or a girl.
A little angel or a little devil?
But she preferred to leave that expectation for a few months later.
Near nine o'clock, Qiao Mo began to feel drowsy. Fu Nancheng, who had not left, saw her nodding off constantly. He carried her to bed and turned off the light.
Sitting at the bedside, he watched her for a while, and seeing her breathing gradually even out, he finally stood up to leave.
He had arranged to meet Yan Yiheng and Qin Zhaoran.
But as soon as he moved, a small hand tightly grabbed him.
Having already fallen asleep, Qiao Mo somehow woke up, blinked her sleepy eyes, and spoke softly, with a touch of pleading and unease.
