Xizeer said, "Yousheng, it's getting late. Tongtong needs to go home too. It's raining, and she's still a little girl, she can't catch a cold. Did you forget that Mom said she's making your favorite braised pork tonight?"
As soon as Xizeer heard "braised pork," he immediately let go of the little girl's hand. "Ah... then I need to hurry home. If I'm late, Dad will definitely eat it all."
Xizeer said to Wu Nian, "My father said that you and he, along with my mom, are old friends. Regardless of whether you remember, my father does. In the future, if you have the time, you can bring your daughter to visit our home. I'm sure my mom will be very happy to see you."
Of course, all these words from Xizeer were insincere. He didn't really want Wu Nian to come to his house.
He just wanted to see if there would be any clues on Wu Nian's face when he mentioned his mom deliberately.
But Wu Nian showed a very troubled expression, "This... isn't very appropriate."
