Yunxi laughed and said, "I'm not saying An'an isn't human, I'm just saying, I think he's very smart and sensitive."
Now that Qiao Yi has a son, she has the whole world. She kissed little An'an's cheek and said with a smile, "Our An'an is indeed the smartest little kid in the world. Your daddy talks nonsense all the time."
Little An'an grinned: "Ha ha ha~!"
Yunxi: "…"
What a heartless woman, now that she has a son, isn't the son's dad still charming?
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Song Zhen and his wife were all waiting in the yard, and the car carrying Yunxi's family of three drove directly to the door of the main house.
When Qiao Yi got off the car with her arm in a plaster cast, Song Zhen and his wife greeted her, eyes brimming with tears.
Gu Xinzhou hugged Qiao Yi, sobbing uncontrollably, "Baby, baby, you've suffered this time, you've suffered."
