During the full moon banquet, the downstairs living room was filled with guests.
Qin Yin stayed upstairs, accompanying Lan Shan in the bedroom. Jingxi was leaning on the bed, extending his index finger for his little brother to grasp.
Gong Fan's hand was tiny, only able to hold one finger. He stared at Jingxi with big, curious eyes.
Lan Shan sat in the chair, sorting the baby's clothes, "You've been with Mo Han for a while now, when do you plan to have kids?"
"No rush, let's just go with the flow. We're both working now, and it's not in our plans yet!"
Lan Shan said, "Even though you say that, plans can't keep up with changes. If you do get pregnant, it would be good. You're at the age for marriage anyway."
And indeed, Lan Shan's words ended up being prophetic...
Taking out the gift prepared for the baby, "This is from Xinluo."
Upon opening, it was a lock made of pure silver.
