Just as I was about to speak, Zhao Mingzhen emerged, a baby bottle in her hand. "Dinner is ready!"
I swallowed the words I was about to say.
I couldn't make a reckless move until I understood what Deng Jiazhe was thinking. After all, the scene just now had spoken volumes.
Besides, Sanbao was still so young—he’d cling to whoever fed him. I didn't have the strength to take him back and care for him
















