Even while asleep, Wu Tian was aware of the disturbance. From the movements, the sound of the heartbeat, and other cues, he already knew who it was: Murong Yezi.
As soon as she entered the room, she walked to the side of the bed. She looked at Wu Tian, then at her granddaughter, and couldn't help but smile.
I didn't realize my son had become so outstanding. The little rascal has really grown up, she thought. He even has a daughter now.
Murong Yezi was still youthful. Although in her thirties, her appearance and complexion made her look as if she were only in her twenties, possessing the full aura of a mature woman.
She reached out, took her granddaughter into her arms, and left the room.
Wu Tian was inwardly frustrated. Clearly, Mom is worried I can't take care of my daughter properly. She still treats me like a child.
