"What's up?" Yan Qianyi continued to turn the soil.
Mu Yunlie watched her, the temperature in the greenhouse was high, and she was dressed in a tight sky-blue camisole, paired with a pair of loose casual pants.
Holding a small shovel in her hand, crouching on the ground, she looked even smaller, like a child playing house.
Mu Yunlie's lips curled into a smile, his gaze grew tender.
He couldn't help but imagine; if they were to have a daughter in the future, would she look just like this?
Yan Qianyi lifted her face to look at him, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Mu Yunlie gathered his thoughts, "Tonight, accompany me to see my grandma. I told her we were together, but she didn't believe it. She said she would only believe if you came with me."
"Why would you say that? Didn't we agree already that we would divorce once the term is up?"
