My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

"Okay," Qiao Duo’er nodded beautifully.

"Sleep first, you need a good rest to have the strength to think of a name."

Before Tan Zhenghong had finished speaking, he realized his wife had already fallen asleep, even letting out gentle snores.

Well... forget it, as if he had not spoken.

But every word he said today counted, he would never go back on his word at any time.

Because she was anxious about Ling’er and her child, Qiao Duo’er woke up early.

Without bothering to eat breakfast, she went straight to Chen Yiling’s room.

Chen Yiling had just finished breakfast. She was in good spirits, and her complexion looked much better than yesterday.