Zhao Mengmeng slept straight through to twelve o'clock without even noticing that Tutu had woken up crying in the middle.
Of course, these problems were left for Pei Chenyang to handle.
Luckily, there was a microwave in the suite, and he warmed the milk to feed his daughter.
Pei Chenyang reflected for quite a while; raising a child is truly not easy.
After she finished eating and Tutu wasn't sleepy anymore, the milk dad could only keep her company by talking.
By the time Zhao Mengmeng woke up, Tutu had fallen asleep again.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, her face showing a faint blush.
"You're awake? It's twelve o'clock." Pei Chenyang had just ordered some takeout, and it was perfect timing for her to wake up.
"Ah?" Zhao Mengmeng's face changed with fright. Twelve o'clock? How could she have slept so long?
Looking over at her daughter still sleeping, Zhao Mengmeng immediately sighed with relief.
