Little Fanfan took it and immediately burst into laughter.
All the lights were on in the house, and Mu Jiujiu sat in her son's bedroom, lost in thought all night. She hadn't eaten dinner, feeling too listless to do anything alone, but in reality, she just had no appetite. Now, she no longer needed to cook for her son or tell him bedtime stories. She suddenly felt idle, with an emptiness that weighed on her heart; it was a terrible feeling.
She took out her phone to check the time; it was nine ten in the evening. At this hour, Zhengzheng should be asleep, but she wondered if he was restless without seeing her. As she hesitated to call Tang Jin, her phone rang.
Seeing it was Tang Jin, Mu Jiujiu quickly answered, afraid that something had happened to her son.
"What's wrong? Is Zhengzheng crying?" Mu Jiujiu's voice was both anxious and worried.
"Mommy, I've been very good," Little Fanfan said as he glanced at Tang Jin and then spoke into the phone.
