Christmas, December 25, 2025, was the fifth year Li Qingqing had known Wu Zhan, and it was also the first day she decided to fight for Wu Anan's custody rights.
Li Qingqing sat at the dining table and looked at the handsome man across from him. Under the warm yellow light of the restaurant, the hands holding food were fair and slender. Looking upward, the first thing that caught his attention was his amber eyes under the rimless glasses.
Li Qingqing, who couldn't help but be fascinated, coughed. The little girl beside him who was eating seriously immediately pricked up his ears and looked over with grape-like eyes. Li Qingqing gave the good boy a piece of tomato meatball to indicate that she was fine and asked her to eat quickly.
"The two of us broke up. I'll take An An away."
Wu Zhan put down his chopsticks and couldn't help laughing: "Li Qingqing, I thought you were unreasonable before. Did you go a little too far this time?"
An An lowered his head as if he hadn't heard, and ate the meatballs in the bowl seriously. A whole meatball was stuffed into his soft cheeks, and the two chirps on his head were raised up and down.
Li Qingqing's heart melted when he saw it, and he wished he could hold An An in his arms immediately, "I'm not joking with you, I will take care of An An."
"Qingqing, you seem to have made a mistake." Wu Zhan stood up, crossed the table and patted her shoulder.
"Wu An'an is my daughter, not yours."
Intention: home and home and home