A bout of chaos left Su Ming and Ai Qingqing's stomachs growling.
"I'll go make you something delicious."
Ai Qingqing, barefoot and casually slipping on a loose half-sleeve shirt, ran out.
About ten minutes later, Su Ming stared at the unknown dish in front of him, deep in thought.
"Um... baby, are you sure this is edible?"
"Hehehe, I think it should be."
Ai Qingqing awkwardly scratched her head.
Su Ming felt a bit helpless. It seemed the saying, "No one knows a daughter better than her mother," was truer than ever.
Just then, Su Ming's phone rang, and to his surprise, it was Bai Mo.
Since staying in Longcheng, this guy had truly let himself go.
Even in the same hospital, Ai Qingqing hardly ever saw Bai Mo's figure.
Su Ming was genuinely worried that one day a bunch of girls would come running from the hospital claiming Bai Mo got them knocked up.
Picking up the call, Su Ming didn't need to listen to know where this guy was.
