A few days later, Xu Chaomu tidied up and went back to work at the group.
However, there was no longer a need to ask Mr. Cheng to stop the car far away from the group.
Moreover, now she could openly hold Shen Chi's arm as they entered the group.
Today, she wore a peach-pink sweater and when she stood beside Shen Chi, she shamelessly asked him, "Husband, do you think I look like an eighteen-year-old girl today?"
"Can an eighteen-year-old get pregnant?" Shen Chi teased on purpose.
"So you mean I don't look like it? You think I'm old..." Xu Chaomu pouted her lips, "You despise me, then you go find an eighteen-year-old girl, all fair and tender..."
"What I mean is, you're only seventeen this year, don't make yourself seem old," Shen Chi said with his hand on his forehead, against his conscience.
But Xu Chaomu really did look beautiful today, brimming with youth, especially when she smiled, just like an eighteen-year-old girl.