Han Yuanjun smiled awkwardly. "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you must know that I did it for your own good."
Even if it were his child, Han Yuanjun wouldn't hurt Liang Zixuan just for his sake.
Normally, his daily life seemed normal, but only he knew how many nights he couldn't sleep well and how many mornings he had to wake up worrying.
"All right, I'll keep it in mind. Hubby, it's time for dinner."
Liang Zixuan pushed Han Yuanjun away gently. He let go of her, and the two of them held hands as they walked to the dining room like a couple in love.
Han Yingzhe would soon be three months old. After three months had passed, according to custom, it was time for them to hold a Hundred Day Feast.
For a large clan like the Han Family, the Patriarch's eldest son's Hundred Day Feast would certainly be lively.
