Chi Wen woke up from his not so deep sleep and stared at the childish baby bed’s cover. The room was quiet. He subconsciously wanted to cry a few times, but stopped in time. As a three-month-old baby with an adult mind, he wouldn’t cry like a normal baby after waking up.

He struggled to pull out his hand from the loose swaddle. His black eyes blinked, thinking seriously.

After her son was asleep, Fu Yunruo put him in the crib. Seeing the little baby’s pure and innocent sleeping face, she smiled satisfyingly.

Fu Yunruo was very grateful that she had decided to keep the child. It had been more than a year since she mysteriously transmigrated into this world. She began to recall the first day she occupied this identity. At that time, she was tortured by her body’s abnormal reaction and almost lost her reason.

“Ruoruo, are you back?”

“Yes. Ah, Auntie Mei, I will pick Baobao¹. Thank you for looking after him. We always troubled you.”

“Not trouble. Your Baobao is so well-behaved.”