He Jinxuan opened the passenger side door: "Be careful."
Xinyan saw there was a soft cushion on the seat, and her heart warmed: "Where did the cushion come from?"
He Jinxuan helped her into the car and said with a smile: "I stitched it myself. The stitches don't look great, but as long as you don't turn it over, you wouldn't notice it from above."
The feeling of being cared for was really wonderful: "No one looks at the stitches; as long as it serves its purpose, it's good."
After saying that, she turned to look at He Jinxuan, who had just settled in the driver's seat, and teased, "Thanks, baby's dad."
The words "baby's dad" made He Jinxuan's heart surge with excitement. Among his peers, some already had kids who could run errands, and now he was going to be a dad too, it felt great.
He started the car: "Why thank me? You're giving birth to our children; it's only right I treat you well."
The smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his good mood.
