Early the next morning, Ziyi got up obediently and went to the kitchen to help.
When Wen Ran came downstairs with Momo and Xinxin, Ziyi had already brought breakfast to the dining table. "Mom, breakfast is ready."
Wen Ran gave him a faint glance and led Momo and Xinxin to the dining table.
Ziyi reached up to touch his head, his dark eyes moving, and a bright smile bloomed on his handsome little face as he pulled out a chair for his mother. "Mom, sit down. Is your stomach still hurting?"
"..."
Wen Ran still didn't speak.
Ziyi's smile faltered a bit. "Mom, please don't be mad at me, okay?"
He stretched out and shook one of Wen Ran's hands coquettishly.
"Explain yourself."
Wen Ran's cool and calm voice rang out, and after speaking, she called Xinxin and Momo to eat breakfast.
Ziyi said "Oh" in a grievance.
