Ji Mingqian scoffed and ignored him, turning to Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, is it okay if Uncle Ji stays at your place?"
Xiaobai gnawed on a chicken leg, looking confusedly between his daddy and Ji Mingqian.
He nodded in a state of bewilderment, "Okay."
Ji Mingqian almost burst into tears; it felt like his affection for him was not in vain.
He cast Li Mochan a sideways glance, his eyes full of provocation.
Li Mochan's expression remained indifferent; Asheng was right, it's just immature.
After dinner, Ji Mingqian followed Ye Jiuliang's family of three back home.
He had been to Mo Garden more than once or twice, and he casually found the guest room he had stayed in before and swaggered in.
Having slept a long time on the plane, he couldn't fall asleep for the moment, so he started unpacking his suitcase.
"Uncle Ji."
Suddenly, Xiaobai's voice came from the corridor. Just as Ji Mingqian was about to respond, the little guy dashed in barefoot.