As Cute As Little Jiu

"No, you aren't disturbing me." Su Jiu's face made An Yuan feel much better. Especially now that she knew she really had a child. Since she could not see her son, An Yuan could only look at Little Jiu and imagine what he looked like.

He should… be as cute as Little Jiu, right?

As she thought about this, An Yuan's gaze toward Su Jiu softened. She entered the password to her door and invited the father and daughter in.

This was the first time Su Shengjing had entered An Yuan's house. After all, this was a female celebrity's home. It was only right for him to avoid going in. He uneasily asked, "Can we come in?"

"Sure, since you're already here, come in quickly. It's cold outside. Don't let Little Jiu freeze," An Yuan said as she brewed a pot of hot tea for Su Shengjing. She also made a cup of hot milk tea for Su Jiu.