Looking at herself in the mirror after tidying her long hair, Luo Xiaoqian nodded in satisfaction.
These days living here, she never cared about her appearance, let alone dressed up to meet Luo Ke.
Yet, at this moment, she couldn't help but pay a little more attention to her appearance.
Raising her hand to gently touch her lips, Luo Xiaoqian's gaze swept over her abdomen, and she lowered her hand to rest on her stomach through her clothes.
"Baby, I'm sorry, mommy wore lipstick today, just to keep the bad guys from finding out mommy's secret." Although she no longer remembers who the child's father is, she still has a mother's instinctive love for this child. "I'll find your daddy as soon as I can. I guess he's already given you a lovely nickname."
At that moment, the image of Leng Zimo immediately appeared in her mind.
Currently, Luo Xiaoqian cannot be sure that Leng Zimo is the father of this child, but her intuition tells her that the possibility is high.
