"Mom! Mom! Mom!"
He's not upstairs yet, but his voices already arrived.
In the room, Jiang Tingxu heard his son's voice. Her expression is gentle like water when she saw the hairy little head stuck in:
"Baby, come here."
All at once the little boy scuttled over, took off his shoes, and climbed into bed:
"Mom, Ningning will accompany you."
"Okay."
While the mother and son were very lovey-dovey, on the other side, in the study downstairs, Mo Boyuan was making a call.
After the call was connected, it was obvious that the person on the other end of the line was still asleep:
"Tell me you must have something extremely important." The tone of his voice was rather unpleasant.
"Yes!"
Tan Yiming sat up from the bed and rubbed his extremely sleepy eyes:
"Go ahead."
