It was a few days later when Ning Chu saw Zhang Shaoqing and Xin Xin again.

In front of the kindergarten where the women studied, Zhang Shaoqing sat lazily on the edge of the road, completely lacking the demeanor of a wealthy second-generation heir. Instead, he resembled a street hooligan with nothing better to do.

Ning Chu leaned down and whispered softly into her daughter’s ear, “Never-seen women all crying like pear blossoms in the rain. Here, the leader’s face is always rosy.”

“Oh my~ You guys are playing so intensely! Isn’t Zhang Shaoqing just swimming in happiness?”

“Do you think he looks happy?”

Ning Chu pointed at the utterly lifeless expression on Zhang Shaoqing’s face. He was still staring blankly, but the corners of his mouth curved into a crescent-like smile. “His happiness has left his legs wobbly~ He’s just having the time of his life~”

“Sure, sure, your husband’s amazing.” Xin Xin chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm, though there was a hint of humor in it.