In the backyard, Xie Wanqing was unaware of all this. At the moment, she had moved a soft chair to sit under the eaves, holding a needle and thread, embroidering a child's bib.
Ji Chengfeng sat across from her, and after she had made more than ten stitches, he called her name, gently reminding her to take care of her eyes.
To this, Xie Wanqing expressed her helplessness.
Over time, she had long since lost the awkwardness she felt at the beginning. After the third time he reminded her, Xie Wanqing said, "You are a dignified Governor of the Continent, how do you have so much free time?"
Watching a woman doing needlework every day, with that time, can't you do something else?
Ji Chengfeng laughed at this, "You are about to give birth, and Brother Xie is so busy. Naturally, I have to pay more attention."
Such reasonable words.
For a moment, Xie Wanqing found herself speechless.
