On the other side, in Mu Continent, Lu Jinyi was delighted with the birth of his daughter and was preparing for a grand full moon celebration. With about half a month until the event, he busily started planning, personally filling out each invitation. Zhou Qiancheng, the little one, leaned against the table half-bodied, watching him write, eager to help.
Lu Jinyi nudged his little hand strongly: "Don't mess around, this is something only your brother can handle! Besides, you're only three years old, can you handle shoes?"
Zhou Qiancheng rolled his eyes.
How could he not remember how to write?
Forget it, Zhou Qiancheng decided not to bother with Lu Jinyi. He slid down the chair and sneaked into the nursery to see his little niece.
Hua Jinse lay on the bed postpartum, still finding time to manage business. On her bedside table was a thick stack of documents, secretly taken out in Lu Jinyi's absence. Should he see it, Hua Jinse believed her ears would surely endure endless nagging.
