Early in the morning, Mu Wanqing opened her eyes to see her daughter grinning happily at her.
Her mood instantly brightened like sunshine, she leaned towards her daughter and tenderly caressed her cheek while cooing sweetly, "Did my baby sleep well? Are you happy to see mommy? Have you missed mommy these past days? Ooo, mommy is sorry, baby, for not coming back to spend more time with you..."
A six-month-old baby naturally couldn't talk, but her body language conveyed her feelings well at that moment.
Xiao Wen Ya turned over and hummed at her mother, her large, grape-like eyes turning into crescent moons with her smile.
While the mother and daughter were enjoying their time, there was a knock at the door.
Before Mu Wanqing could respond, the door had already opened, and the man of the house, carrying another little precious, stood at the doorway.