Seeing San Bao acting this way, Qiao Nan's anger toward Ding Jiayi dissipated. She gently wiped away San Bao's saliva and turned all her attention to the three children. "San Bao, what are you doing? Do you want to be carried?"
San Bao stretched out her little arms, asking for a hug. Her mom was hers and hers alone. Da Bao and Er Bao wouldn't stand a chance.
Qiao Nan's heart was full as she hugged her soft and tender daughter in her arms. As expected, the Zhai family and the three children were the closest kin she had in this world.
Because of the three children, there was no need for Qiao Nan to feel disappointed or sad, much less pain. To Qiao Nan, her current life was full of bliss.
On the contrary, the more blissful Qiao Nan was, the worse Ding Jiayi and Qiao Zijin became. Qiao Nan had said that she would send Ding Jiayi to Qiao Dongliang's side once he agreed, but Ding Jiayi knew the answer even before Qiao Nan made the call.
