Wen Meimei looked up at her father's handsome face. "Dad, I've decided to stop fooling around. From now on, I'll focus on singing and doing something meaningful."
"Just in time, Jiao Yang brought me a few songs today. Finish eating and then take a look at them."
"Sure, I'll serve the rice for you, Dad. You go wash your hands."
Wen Meimei turned and walked back to the dining room to serve her father a bowl of rice.
In a little while, the family of three sat down by the dining table. Although the atmosphere between the two men was quite cold, Wen Meimei unintentionally soothingly neutralized it, so it wasn't too cold.
After dinner, Qiao Chengxun took his wife back to Qiaohao Garden.
The first thing Wen Meimei did upon returning home was holding her son in her arms, gently coaxing, "Moliu, Mom's back. From now on, I won't leave you anymore, alright?"
Moliu couldn't speak yet and just blinked at her.
