As soon as Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, Wen Ran's voice came from the bedroom, carrying a hint of joy, "Ziyi, come in."
Hearing this, Ziyi, who was depressed a second ago, suddenly lit up, his little face bursting into a bright smile, provocatively looking at Mo Xiuchen, "Dad, mom asked me to go in."
Even if you stop me, it won't matter, Ziyi didn't dare to say this out loud.
But it was clearly written on his handsome little face. Mo Xiuchen glanced at him lightly, then turned and walked towards Wen Ran.
Ziyi ran past Mo Xiuchen, rushing first into Wen Ran's embrace as she got off the bed, shouting in a childish voice, "Mom, good morning."
Wen Ran smiled as she gently patted Ziyi's head, softly asking, "Do you have something to tell mom?"
Compared to Mo Xiuchen, who was always serious with Ziyi, Wen Ran was truly a model of a loving mother.
Ziyi blinked, then turned to Mo Xiuchen, "Dad, can you go downstairs first? I want to talk to mom alone."
