There was no news of Lu Shaoming.
Ning Qing turned her gaze back. She looked at the living room. Jian Han was seated on the sofa, and she was holding Little Qinwen in her arms as she played around with him.
Jian Han had her hair flowing down her face, and it blocked her small face, but she still looked pretty and pure. She could tell how much she liked babies. These past few days, she has been unable to let go of Little Qinwen. Her eyes were full of the natural motherly love that women naturally felt.
Ning Qing stepped forward. She sat beside Jian Han as she said, "Older Sister Jian, I can tell how much you like Little Qinwen. Older Sister Jian should also hurry up and give birth to one yourself."
Jian Han's smile on her lips froze for a moment. She turned her gaze sideways to look at Ning Qing and joked, "I also want to give birth to one, but I don't know who to have one with."