"Mom is just shy," He Jingyao said with a half-smile as he glanced at her before turning his attention to Xiaobao. "Don't tease Mom."
Xiaobao nodded seriously.
Zhixi's heart was filled with wide noodle tears.
…
After breakfast, He Jingyao had to go to the company.
He pressed Zhixi down on the sofa and coldly instructed her, "Unless you're answering calls or sending texts, you're not allowed to play with your phone, use the computer, or read books!"
Zhixi was frantic, "Then what am I supposed to do?"
He Jingyao glanced at Xiaobao, who was happily sprawled on the floor playing games, and slightly smiled. "Play with toys with your son. I'll be home in the afternoon to keep you company, hmm?"
Zhixi pouted. "But I don't like his games."
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow at her.
She reluctantly agreed, holding his arm dearly, "Then you must come back early to be with me."
"Good girl," he said, smiling as he tousled her hair.
