"Yingying, why did you make Tiantian so cute?" Shen Mosheng looked at his beloved wife with a mock complaint.
Han Yingying remained silent. Was it only she who had given birth to their daughter? Didn't Shen Mosheng have a part in it too?
"Yingying..."
"Hmm?"
Shen Mosheng hesitated, shuffling awkwardly and unable to spit out the rest of his words.
"What's wrong?"
Why was he suddenly acting like a timid wife?
Han Yingying was quite intrigued by Shen Mosheng's current demeanor, calmly watching him and waiting for him to continue.
"I love you."
"Me too." Han Yingying smiled and leaned in for a sweet kiss.
Shen Mosheng's feelings of grievance were immediately filled with sweetness.
If the daughter wasn't close to him, he still had Yingying.
In this life, having Yingying was enough!
...
"Tiantian, where are you?"
