470 Xiao Liulius biological mother 4 (1/2)

She squeezed his face again when she saw that he did not react at all.

When she realized that his skin felt very nice to the touch, she refused to concede defeat and started to squeeze her own face.

She was only fully satisfied after that and said, ”Mine still feels softer…”

Just when she was done being cocky, she realized that the man who was reading his documents just a moment ago had now lowered his head and was admiring her narcissistic expression.

The corner of his mouth curved into an arc—it was a smile, yet at the same time, it wasn't a smile.

He seemed to be studying her thick-skinned face…

Nian Xiaomu's face turned red instantly. Turning around, she crashed into his chest and refused to look up no matter what.

As Yu Yuehan hugged her, he just felt that his heart had been filled up by a particular something.

The heart that had been empty for the past 20 plus years was now full.

He rubbed her head lovingly. When he heard the ringtone of his cell phone, he reached out and picked his phone up.

After he was on the phone for a while, he lowered his gaze and took a glance at Nian Xiaomu, who was nestled in his embrace. After that, he loosened his grip slightly and allowed her to sit up properly.

Then, he walked out with his cell phone in hand…

His tall and upright figure disappeared by the entrance of the study in the blink of an eye.

Who was calling on the phone?

He was behaving so secretively.

Nian Xiaomu sat back down in the chair. After she waited for a while, she laid on the desk and looked at the documents on Yu Yuehan's computer while he was still away.

As she caught a glimpse of the picture frame next to his computer from the corner of her eye, she reached out and picked it up.

He really doted on Xiao Liuliu.

Photographs of Xiao Liuliu were placed at the side of his bed as well as on his study desk.

The delicately carved facial features of the tiny and squishy figure resembled Yu Yuehan greatly; her mother's looks could not be inferred.

Xiao Liuliu's mother…

The words that Wen Yadai had told her over the phone suddenly flashed past Nian Xiaomu's mind.

What was with the substitute story? She didn't believe it.

However, she had always been curious: what kind of person was Xiao Liuliu's mother?