"And, stop calling me Youyou..." Xia You finished, then added another sentence.
Such a cloying nickname made her feel nauseous and uncomfortable!
As she spoke, the starving little girl in Xia You's arms began to cry unhappily again.
Hearing her daughter's cries, Xia You became flustered once more.
Just as she thought about turning around to go back to the bedroom to prepare formula milk, Gu Zhiyan beat her to it and entered her bedroom.
"What are you trying to do!"
She quickly followed him, watching Gu Zhiyan warily, she asked.
By then, Gu Zhiyan had already gotten hold of the milk bottle and formula.
"She's hungry, so of course, I'm preparing formula milk!" He looked at her and the little girl in her arms, revealing a tender expression.
If his daughter was hungry, he would naturally be the first to prepare formula milk for her!
Preparing formula milk?
Hearing Gu Zhiyan's words, Xia You almost thought she had heard wrong.