Su Nanxing said, "Perhaps the matter isn't settled yet."
Qiao Muye glanced at his watch. "For so long?"
"Do you need him for something?"
"Not really. It's just that he's always around me, and suddenly he's gone for so long, I'm a bit unaccustomed."
Su Nanxing wanted to laugh. "No one is competing with you to hold the baby now, you should be happy."
"It's almost time for dinner," Qiao Muye said. "Give him a call and ask if he's coming back."
Holding the baby, he added, "Him compete with me? Can he even win?"
A father-in-law looking at his son-in-law is not the same as a mother-in-law, the more they see, the more they like.
Su Nanxing always felt there was a subtle animosity between the two men.
Both vying to be good to Su Nanxing, clamoring to take care of the child, straining every nerve to outdo the other.
But after all, this is Qiao Muye's territory, and Lu Beiyuan was the junior; many times he lost without a recourse.