Qin Ye watched his wife with a fervent glow in his eyes. Whenever his wife was present, his eyes had room for no one else.
The affection he carried seemed to overflow.
His gaze made it impossible for Rong Yan to voice any objections.
"... Yes, that's exactly why I want to send him."
As soon as he said this, Qin Ye's facial features softened even more, and the tender light that instantly radiated from his eyes was almost suffocating.
"You can sleep in a little longer, I don't need to be sent off."
Despite his words, his tone revealed a happiness so palpable that even bystanders could feel it.
Rong Wenming felt he shouldn't be there, he should leave immediately, as his presence was exceedingly redundant.
"I'll leave you to talk, I'm going to check if your mother's breakfast is ready."
After saying this, he headed toward the kitchen.
Seeing his father-in-law leave, Qin Ye approached his wife, "I actually don't need to be sent off. Why don't you go back to sleep for a while?"
