Lu Moqing: "..."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Whose genes did this child inherit his narcissism from?
Lu Moqing smiled and rubbed Qiao Yi's head, saying, "A sister will look like mommy, and she'll be the prettiest young lady in the world."
His tone was filled with undisguised longing, and the pampering in his words instinctively made the listener's heart race.
Qiao Xu stood at the staircase entrance, subconsciously imagining Lu Moqing holding a little girl and turning into a tender dad. The corner of her lips couldn't help but curl up.
However, her smile soon froze at the corner of her mouth, and she raised her hand to slap herself lightly.
What was she thinking?!
Even if she wanted to have a little sister for Qiao Yi, it wouldn't be with Lu Moqing!
Noticing the movement upstairs, Lu Moqing instinctively looked up towards the staircase entrance and saw Qiao Xu standing quietly by the stairs, her cheeks slightly flushed.