The little boy suddenly cried, perhaps, frightened by Mark’s gentle pinch.
Arianne instinctively took the child into her arms. “Hush, baby, hush. Who’s the best baby...”
The little child stopped crying immediately, but there was still a sad pout on his face, and his eyes were red.
Mark asked softly against Arianne’s ears, “Why don’t we adopt a child?”
Arianne glanced at him. This was not the first time he had mentioned this. She pretended not to hear him. She said to the director, “There’s no need for thanks as long as these little angels are well taken care of.”
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