"Han Yingying, your daughter must be an angel, right? She's too cute, I want to steal her away!" Zhuo Huining looked at Han Yingying with a mix of envy, jealousy, and admiration, nearly melted by Shen Weilan's charm.
Qiao Yuetong was staring at Shen Weilan's adorable little face with stars in her eyes, struggling to restrain the impulse to touch.
Han Yingying smiled quite proudly, "Don't you see who gave birth to her?"
"Good thing she didn't inherit your self-loving nature," He Xinyou couldn't resist teasing, yet she was incredibly envious.
She also secretly felt fortunate that she had come to her senses in time to be able to laugh so openly like now.
Sometimes relationships between people are really strange. Who could have imagined that the very people who used to be incompatible as fire and water are now sitting together so harmoniously, chatting and joking?
