Xiao Moli leaned in closer again, and An Ziqi moved away again.
After repeating this a few times, An Ziqi finally couldn't take it anymore. She got up and said to Nuoyan,
"Mommy, Little Ai is still at my mom's place, I'm worried, I'm going over, I won't be back tonight."
Xiao Moli's eyes widened when he heard she wouldn't be back tonight, and he reached out to tug at her sleeve.
"Wifey."
An Ziqi glared at him and pulled her sleeve back.
Nuoyan smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll have a driver take you."
Xiao Moli frowned, "Mommy."
His mommy seemed to love chaos, not only not helping him keep his wife, but also arranging for someone to take her.
Is she really his birth mother?
"No need, I'll drive back myself."
An Ziqi replied.
"Then be careful on the road." Nuoyan smiled.
"Okay, got it, Mommy." An Ziqi nodded and turned to walk towards the door.
Xiao Moli had no choice but to follow closely behind.
Outside, An Ziqi opened the car door, ready to get in.
