A Gift

Qiao Mianmian sighed again.

This was really… an ill-fated relationship.

"No matter what, that's their own business." Mo Yesi finished massaging her scalp and combed her hair with his fingers. Then, he gently hugged her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Baby, I've said it before. Chen Chen is already an adult. He's no longer a child.

"And he's much more mature than boys his age. This is his own relationship, he knows how to handle it. As his sister, you shouldn't worry too much. Even if you do, you won't be of much help.

"I think you should worry more about our child instead of Chen Chen."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

She felt her face heat up as he stared at her.

How much did Mo Yesi want to be a father?

She felt that ever since she agreed to it, he had been nagging her more and more.

It was as if he could talk about the child every day.

Was this something she could worry about?