He Jingyao cast his gaze toward a certain guilt-ridden woman looking up at the sky, his smile ambiguous, "Your mother doesn't allow me to live with you guys, what should we do?"
"Why?" Xiaobao immediately felt a great sense of loss.
"Um... Xiaobao, daddy living next door is pretty much the same..." Zhixi tried to explain reluctantly.
"Why does daddy have to live next door?" Xiaobao asked, puzzled, "Then can we move next door too?"
Zhixi was at a loss for words and looked at He Jingyao for help.
The man curled his lips slightly and whispered in the little guy's ear, "Mommy is shy, don't expose her. Daddy will still live with you."
Xiaobao's eyes lit up.
He Jingyao made a gesture to be quiet.
The little guy snickered and covered his mouth.
Zhixi watched the two acting all secretive and felt speechless.
...
Dinner was prepared by Uncle Li next door and then personally delivered over.
