When Bao Cheng spoke, the tenderness between his brows left Su Jiaojiao stunned, and she paused her initial impulse to swat his hand away.
The sensation on her abdomen was soft and weak, and Su Jiaojiao said somewhat flusteredly, "What nonsense are you talking about? The baby doesn't understand anything yet."
"My child is definitely smarter than other babies, of course they understand," Bao Cheng retorted proudly.
Hearing his nonsense, Su Jiaojiao felt helpless and began to ponder deeply about his words "my child."
Bao Cheng saw that she didn't say anything and assumed she agreed with what he said.
At this moment, a servant brought over tea and was about to place it beside Su Jiaojiao, when Bao Cheng noticed, and his handsome face immediately turned gloomy, "Warm water will do."
The servant looked surprised because in the past, no matter which young master returned, they always drank tea. But since Young Master Bao Cheng had spoken, the servant had to comply, "Okay."
