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 …