Qin Qin looked down at her daughter, quietly nursing in her arms. The clear eyes of her daughter were staring at her, adorable enough to melt her heart, and a loving smile stayed on her lips.
Footsteps softened by distance reached her ears, familiar enough to make her lift her head and look over. Unbeknownst to her, the servant by her side had already left, and her husband, Mo Yunchen, approached from afar. His tall, straight figure walked leisurely toward her, his handsome face like that of the Heavenly God, with hints of bewitching charm and sophistication, radiating elegance and nobility.
Mo Yunchen stood in front of Qin Qin and bent down to kiss her forehead, his deep and magnetic voice sounding, "Tired?"
"Not tired! Yanyan and Chuer are very well-behaved."
