Le Tong walked to Ji Rui's office door, pushed it open, and said to the child inside, "Baobao, let's go, Uncle Yifan says he's taking you for a French feast."
The two men inside, one big and one small, looked up simultaneously. The smaller one widened his eyes and stared at her, while the bigger one squinted his eyes at her.
"Mommy, didn't you say we were going for home-cooked food?"
Baobao had already jumped off the sofa and rushed to her like the wind.
Le Tong crouched down to hug him, "When you were discharged, Uncle Yifan helped Mommy a lot, so you and Mommy will take Uncle Yifan out for dinner together."
This reason sounded very reasonable, and Baobao, who rarely acted spoiled in front of Le Tong—or rather, didn't dare to—it turned out, upon hearing Le Tong's explanation, cautiously glanced at the man with narrowed eyes and a sour expression.
"But..." Baobao hesitated.
