Lu Chen didn't know whether Su Mo was speaking to him or to the child in his arms who kept suckling on his fingers, whose little face, satisfied by his fingers, still had a few small tear drops hanging on it.
His expression softened unconsciously.
Su Mo hooked her lips into a smile and returned with Jiang Yulian to cook.
Jiang Yulian was different from Su Niang; she was a true lady whose delicate hands never touched spring water. She could handle a gun but was not adept at even scaling a fish. Watching her flustered attempts, Su Mo had to hold back her laughter and took the initiative to take over the task.
The atmosphere inside the small western-style house was warm.
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