Xiao Moli's expression finally softened, and he looked up at Jiayin on the hospital bed who hadn't fully recovered yet.
He pressed his lips together and then greeted Jialan.
"Kid, where's your mommy?" Jialan turned and asked Xiao Moli with shining eyes.
Xiao Moli's lips twitched; whenever Uncle Jialan comes, he's sure to steal away Mommy, and Daddy will probably go crazy again.
"Mommy and Daddy went to travel the world."
An Ziqi silently turned her head away; wasn't Daddy and Mommy at home with the little beloved? Is it really okay to lie like this with your eyes wide open?
Jialan glanced at him disdainfully, "I just made plans with your Mommy to have coffee tomorrow."
"Oh, maybe Mommy just came back." Xiao Moli responded without a blush or a heartbeat, not the least bit embarrassed about being caught in a lie.
An Ziqi was already covering her face, unable to bear watching.
Jialan curled his lips, too lazy to speak further, turning to look at his precious little grandson.
