Looking at the little wife who seemed to have suffered a huge loss, Zhan Moxiao amusedly held her in his arms, "You should be happy, you know. Our daughter's lifelong concerns are settled so early; we can relax and not worry about it so soon. Isn't that great?"
"But," Ou Lan was still quite troubled, "whose daughter is handed over to a son-in-law the moment she's born? And they even sleep in the same bed every day. When Jia Xuan grows up, won't she scold us for being irresponsible? And also..."
As Ou Lan spoke, she became more worried and nervously looked at Zhan Moxiao, "That brat Zhan Xiaotuo is so precocious; he wouldn't do anything improper to Jia Xuan, would he?"
Zhan Moxiao chuckled and tapped his little wife's forehead, "Got a dirty mind, huh?"
Ou Lan felt embarrassed about her impure thoughts, "Every mother has an urgent heart to protect her daughter; aren't you worried?"
