During breakfast, the family of three remained silent, but the atmosphere was exceptionally warm.
After the little boy was almost full, he swallowed his last mouthful:
"Jiang Tingxu, remember to pick up Ningning at noon!"
Pmpf, how worried was he about his mother's memory?
"Okay, I'll remember. Are you done eating?"
"Yes, I'm done."
"Then wait for me for a while. I'll send you to school after I finish eating."
"Okay!"
The mother and son talked back and forth as if they had forgotten entirely about the man sitting next to them!
Mo Boyuan's brows had already furrowed a few times. This time, he finally could not hold it in anymore:
"I'll send him off. It would help if you slept more. You still have to work the night shift tonight, right?"
Jiang heard the concern in the man's words, but she still shook her head:
"There's no need. I happen to have time today, so I'll send Ningning off."
