Nan Wan stood in the living room, watching Mu Jin Huan carry Jiashu upstairs, her gaze was softer and calmer than ever.
A young and tender face, a sharply defined handsome face, one with a height that only reached her thigh so she had to look down at Jiashu, the other with a height of 1.87 meters so she had to look up at Mu Jin Huan while she wore flat shoes.
The scene seemed quite harmonious.
Aunt Zhou thought Nan Wan was recalling something sad and cleared her throat, lovingly saying, "Madam, you're still young, sooner or later you'll conceive."
Nan Wan withdrew her gaze and did not explain, heading toward the dining room, stopping halfway.
Turning back to ask Aunt Zhou, "If two people marry, having a child would be better, wouldn't it?"
He mentioned more than once wanting a child.
