An Ziqi's lips twitched violently; her son really had a belly full of mischief.
After scanning the surroundings, An Ziqi had no choice but to shield her face and pull a cushion from the sofa to hand to Xun Yuan.
Xun Yuan was speechless as he weighed the decision between a plate and a cushion for a while.
Helplessly, he had to take the cushion and hold it in front of him, speeding out of the banquet hall under the astonished gazes of others.
"Are you two satisfied now that you've chased him away?"
An Ziqi reached out and tapped the foreheads of the two little ones.
Seeing the person leave, Xiao Qian'ai immediately stopped crying, her big eyes rolling around as she grabbed a piece of cake from the table and offered it to An Ziqi's lips.
"Mama, bite."
An Ziqi squeezed her little face in exasperation, this little thing, always using cuteness to sell herself.
Xiao Qian'ai pursed her lips, looking at her with a wronged expression, afraid she might be angry.
