Qin Youxue finished breakfast and played with Little Shengge, only to see Mo Hexuan swaying downstairs from above, his face full of melancholy.
"Aren't you going to the office today?"
Qin Youxue placed Little Shengge in the cradle, walked over, and adjusted his tie, "Getting up so late, you'll be late for work."
Mo Hexuan lifted his hand to caress her face, his eyes somewhat inscrutable.
Qin Youxue smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much. I'm going to eat now."
Qin Youxue stood in place watching Mo Hexuan turn and enter the dining room. Although she felt his previous gaze was a bit strange, she didn't think too much about it and turned back to play with Little Shengge.
Little Shengge's hundred-day banquet was approaching, Mo Dong had already booked the best hotel in Jiangcheng to celebrate Little Shengge's birth, enough to show the Mo Family's regard for this child.
