It really was for Mom.
Mingyu pouted and muttered something under his breath.
"Of course, if you want to make Mom mad, Daddy has no objections. Bring whatever you like," Fan Shaoming said, turning around to walk away.
"I won't bring it, I just won't," Mingyu immediately shouted at his father's retreating back. He definitely didn't want to make Mom mad. When Mom got angry, Daddy also had a hard time, and if Daddy was having a hard time, he could forget about living peaceful days.
Even though Mom had a good temperament, she could still get angry.
"Daddy."
Carrying a backpack with no toys in it, Mingyu chased after his father, who was heading back to his own room, and hesitantly asked, "Daddy, can I ride in Mom's car to school?"
"Ask your mom in a bit."
"Oh."
After Mingyu uttered an "oh," he didn't ask any more questions and silently went downstairs with his backpack.
In the yard, Fan Li was tending to her flowers, which was the first thing she did every morning.
