Qin Mu: "..."
Alright.
Qin Mu looked at Jian Ran and raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips as he pinched Little Cubao's cheek.
"Jinchen, you'd better not learn from your mom's sharp tongue... She's quite unrelenting. Look at your uncle, he's been always so tolerant of your mommy over the years."
"Hehe."
No matter who tries to tease him, Little Cubao always responds with joy, his smiling face incredibly adorable.
Jian Ran laughed at her son's antics and then softly said, "By the way, Qin San, don't you think Wanwan has been different recently?"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Mu frowned slightly and, putting away his usual carefree demeanor, seriously asked, "What's the matter?"
"She seems to have a lot on her mind. Her studies shouldn't be too heavy recently... But maybe I'm just being overly sensitive... Qin San, take good care of your wife, alright?"
