"Go call a designer over!" Fu Nancheng commanded as their eyes met.
"Designer? What kind of designer?"
"Interior designer."
Nanny Wang was taken aback, thinking her hearing was failing her. Over the past few years, not a single plant or item in the villa was allowed to be moved, the placement of all items was not permitted to change. But now, what had she heard?
An interior designer?
After a while, Nanny Wang came to her senses, half-doubting, she couldn't help but ask again, "Young master, are you...?"
Fu Nancheng's face bore a smile, his gaze moist, "I... became a father."
Nanny Wang was once again stunned, feeling as if one shock after another had hit her ever since she saw Qiao Mo, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
A father, was their young master really going to be a father...? Where did this child come from? Who gave birth to him?
