"Xiao Mo..."
"It's getting late, Chenchen should go to sleep."
Looking at the little fellow dozing in her arms, Fu Nancheng had no choice but to step back and let her leave.
Lu Yiming was already waiting at the entrance of the villa. Qiao Mo awkwardly got out of the car holding Chenchen, and Lu Yiming quickly took the sleepy Chenchen, glanced at Fu Nancheng, said nothing, and turned back to the villa.
For a moment, only Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng were left at the door.
Qiao Mo was still dwelling in the awkwardness just now: "I should go back."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave.
She was afraid that if she stayed with him for too long, she would uncontrollably soften and want to forgive him.
But as soon as she turned, he pulled her back.
Qiao Mo lost her balance, falling into his arms.
He held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and softly said, "Xiao Mo, it's so good that you came back."
