Song Mohuan looked at this place, it was Song Moting's home.
Song Moting and the others had also bought a courtyard house next to their grandparents'.
Little Nuomi was playing with the blocks on the table.
Seeing Song Mohuan and Song Moting, the little one wobbled over to Song Moting.
The little one was still unsteady on her feet, but extremely smart, speaking early.
"Baba!"
The words were unclear, but this child had been growing up in the Song family for more than a year, she really considered Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao her parents.
Song Moting picked up Little Nuomi.
"Little Nuomi, did you take a nap today?"
Maybe because it was the two of them who brought this child back, the child was especially attached to them.
Since eight months old, she could call them mom and dad, and every night she wanted to sleep with Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting.
