"Oh, haven't we already talked about this? You're just overthinking it. Besides, you're going to pick up Yaoyao to bring her home tonight. It's a good thing that there's one more person in this world to love Yaoyao with us."
Actually, Gong Motin had hoped to detect a hint of unhappiness or jealousy in Lin Miao'er's demeanor. He wanted her to care about these things.
However, Lin Miao'er's reactions were consistently calm and composed, without a hint of emotion.
It seemed that she did not think much of him. With that thought, Motin's deep eyes dimmed slightly, and his tall figure seemed to be shrouded in gloom.
Lin Miao'er smiled in relief, "Alright, stop thinking about it. Aren't you going to the company tomorrow? Go to sleep."
"Miao'er, Song Qianye has always wanted to be my wife." In reality, Gong Motin had very little to do with Song Qianye. Whenever she met with Yaoyao, he would have the driver take her; it was best if he did not have to meet her at all.