The tranquility of the Eighth Prince Manor was marked by the cheerful laughter it now often echoed due to the arrival of a baby.
Especially Mo Liancheng, who usually was the epitome of elegance and composure, often found himself behaving comically, inciting much laughter.
Like today, for instance.
Having just left the court, Mo Liancheng hurried back to the Snow Courtyard, naturally to be with Qu Tan'er.
The little one was lying quietly on the bed, not crying or causing any trouble.
At that moment, Mo Liancheng sat on the edge of the bed, watching the little one.
Meanwhile, Qu Tan'er was sitting in front of the vanity, organizing things.
"Tan'er, what do you think Yu'er is thinking about?" Mo Liancheng suddenly asked.
Upon hearing this, Qu Tan'er couldn't help but chuckle, teasing him, "Why don't you guess what he's thinking?"
"I can't guess — look at him, daring to glare at me!"
"Glare at you?"
