Ye Mingmei was just about to close the door when she saw the soft little fellow running towards her. She paused her steps and bent down to pick him up.
Looking at Tingye's tender face, her mood relaxed involuntarily.
She tapped his little nose with her finger. "Staying with Auntie and not going to play with Da Bai, don't you feel bored?"
"Baby is good, likes being with Auntie." The little guy wrapped his small arms around Ye Mingmei's neck, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. "Auntie, don't be unhappy, ugly, ugly."
"..."
Ye Mingmei's body stiffened. Looking at this cunning little fellow, her heart was inexplicably touched.
All children are little angels, regardless of who their father is.
After being dazed for a few seconds, Ye Mingmei came to her senses, glanced at the few people in the living room, and then carried little Tingye into the guest room.
It was only after she lulled little Tingye to sleep that she turned over and sat up.
