Butler Ling couldn't help but smile; it was only when mentioning the young master that Xu Chaomu's words became unusually plentiful.
What a pity, she was pregnant with someone else's child. Could she still end up together with the young master in this lifetime?
Xu Chaomu ate half a bowl of lotus seed soup and really couldn't eat any more, so she placed the bowl on the table.
"Butler Ling, it's only half past seven, I can't sleep."
"How about watching TV for a while, or I can keep you company and have a chat."
"Butler Ling, teach me how to knit a sweater. I'll learn slowly, and by the time winter comes, I'll have finished knitting one."
"Chaomu, do you want to learn to knit a sweater?"
Butler Ling was quite surprised. In her eyes, Xu Chaomu was lively and active; how could she quiet down to knit a sweater.
"Yes, I want to knit a sweater for the baby. Ah, no matter if it looks good or not, I will make him wear it, and he's not allowed to dislike it."