Staring at Song Wei, Nanny Qin found herself somewhat entranced.
It wasn't until the sound of Qi Bao's babbles as she interacted with her mother came from the inner room that she snapped back to reality.
Taking advantage of Song Wei not paying attention, Nanny Qin reached up to touch her own burning cheeks, and with her head lowered, she hurried into the inner room.
Wen Wan was reclining on the long couch, holding a homemade cloth ball to entice Qi Bao.
Qi Bao was still little, her small paws unsteady, and wrapped in thick clothing which made her movements clumsy, she could never quite manage to grab the cloth ball from her mother's hand, only able to express her dissatisfaction with babbling sounds.
Watching her daughter, Wen Wan couldn't help but smile.
However, this smile faded slightly when she noticed Nanny Qin had entered.
"Why have you changed clothes again?" Wen Wan lifted her eyelids to glance at her.
