Qiao Chengxun held Moliu in his hands and gently handed him to his wife, "Moliu hasn't seen us for a day and a night, he must miss us. You talk to him first."
"Mmm, mm, baby, do you still recognize mom?" Even though she couldn't see anything, the young girl's eyes were still filled with love.
Seeing this scene, the pity in Qiao Chengxun's heart slightly faded, and he suddenly looked up at the little girl, Qingqing.
Bu Qingqing laughed dryly and said, "Young Master, I didn't intentionally not answer your call yesterday; it was on the old master's orders."
Qiao Chengxun suddenly frowned, "You also know that grandpa faked his death?"
Bu Qingqing shook her head vigorously, "Young Master, I swear to God, I also only found out yesterday that the old master is still alive. I was already preparing for his funeral, but I hadn't had the chance to report to you yet."
At this moment, Wen Meimei suddenly interjected, "What are you talking about?"
