Fu Nancheng's mind was chaotic, yet he couldn't help but feel a hint of secret joy.
It felt like heaven had rewarded him unexpectedly, the kind of pie-dropping sensation that truly made one ecstatic.
Driving the car, he couldn't help but glance at the child beside him.
It must be their child... it must be his and Xiao Mo's child...
Qiao Zichen, on the other hand, didn't have much thought, leaning against the window, looking at the scenery outside, passing the time in boredom. But when the car passed by an amusement park, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Fu Nancheng noticed the change in the little one's mood and gently asked, "Want to go?"
"Yeah!" Qiao Zichen turned his head to look at him, nodding heavily.
Fu Nancheng drove directly into the parking lot and then sent Qiao Mo a text message.
Qiao Mo had just finished work not long ago, planning to go home, when she received his message.
'Chenchen and I are at West Tower International Park.'
