The next day.
Saturday.
Dou Jiao and Pan Yue arrived at the manor.
With a stroller.
They looked blissful, and she had recovered well postpartum, with no difference from before pregnancy.
"Jiaojiao, Brother Pan."
"Little boss."
"..."
"Yiyi is sleeping so soundly!"
"She can't get enough sleep during the day and can't sleep at night."
Dou Jiao looked at her daughter.
It felt like she was sent by the heavens to torment her; she had never thought that taking care of a child could be so troublesome, but when she thought that she had carried her for ten months, all the hardships became unimportant.
"What about the nanny?"
Tang Nian'er bent over to look at the little baby.
Wanting to hold her.
But afraid to wake her.
"Didn't hire one."
Dou Jiao shook her head.
If there's time, it's better to have her mother take care of her. The unfortunate thing is, Dou Jiao and Pan Yue's parents are not ordinary people; they hold high positions and can't quit to look after the child.
