Always so careless, if he really falls and gets hurt, children's skin is so delicate, Feng Fanghua thinks of it and feels reluctant.
Qin Mu knows that in Feng Fanghua's eyes, she isn't a competent good mother, so she doesn't argue and obediently follows her downstairs.
Chengcheng holds his grandma's hand, looks back at her, and even smiles at her.
Qin Mu feels like her son is mocking her, involuntarily furrowing her eyebrows, seeing Chengcheng smile even more happily, Qin Mu...
At breakfast, the old man didn't come home; it was said he went to a restaurant with several elderly friends who practice Tai Chi together.
The family had a Chinese breakfast today: buns, scallion pancakes, and stomach-warming porridge; Qin Mu feels particularly hungry this morning.
"Mumu, are you busy today?"
Shortly after the meal, Mu Zihao asked Qin Mu.
"Not busy! Hmm, do you need something?"
Qin Mu instinctively glanced at Feng Fanghua, then asked a bit more.
