Chongchong joked from the side, "Still boyfriend? Soon to be husband."
Li Mumu's face turned red at a visible speed.
Bei Mo was grinning foolishly, putting down his knife and fork, "Uncle Li, Aunt Gu, I've finished eating. I'll go home now to bring my parents to the palace to discuss the wedding with you."
"Alright, go ahead." Chongchong nodded with a gentle smile.
Bei Mo dashed out of the opulent living room like a flash, and as he reached the threshold, he clumsily fell to the ground with a "plop."
But he seemed unfazed by the pain, got up, and continued to run with a cheerful smile.
Gu Chongchong: "..."
Li Xingchen: "..."
Li Mumu: "..."
Couldn't help but worry again about the little baby inside her belly.
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Bei Mo ran home with a silly grin.
Seeing this, Ping Guoguo gave him a sidelong glance, munching on an apple, and asked, "Son, did you win fifty million in the lottery?"
Look at him, he's almost smiling ear to ear with happiness.
