"Oh? She's your child?"
As expected, she seemed confused.
People normally did not think of men giving birth.
"It's a somewhat special situation," Qiong Xing explained calmly. "But she is a child I carried and gave birth to."
"…I see. You worked hard then. She's a very cute child."
"Yes."
Just as Qiong Xing expected, the old woman did not question it any further.
She simply accepted that Qiong Xing had given birth to the baby.
"If she's this cute, you will have a lot to worry about in the future. Her father must already be worried."
"…Well," Joa replied.
He had not expected her to speak to him directly, so his reaction was a little slow.
It seemed she had assumed that Joa was Lian's father.
"That's right," Qiong Xing said with a small smile. "He's already saying things like, 'So, what if this child ends up alone her whole life? I can take care of her' I keeps reminding him not to worry so much."
Qiong Xing did not deny it at all.
