"Sure, I really like kids."
Suppressing the eagerness that seemed ready to burst forth, Yan Xiaye lowered her gaze with a faint smile and spoke unhurriedly, "Since you've promised me, don't forget your words."
Though she feigned indifference, her tone inevitably betrayed a trace of concern as she spoke.
Ji Liangchen's gaze at her held a peculiar quality, and after a long pause, he remarked with some sentimentality, "You really do like me, don't you?"
Yan Xiaye innocently lifted her eyes to meet his, unable to fathom how he had arrived at this conclusion based on their brief exchange.
"Stop pretending. If you didn't truly like me, what kind of debutante would willingly become a stepmother the moment she marries?"
