Xiao Moli pursed his lips. His dad actually dared to dislike him. If it wasn't for him and Moyu tricking Mommy into coming back back then, how could his dad have managed to marry Mommy?
Feeling frustrated inside, he lifted his legs and went upstairs.
Back upstairs, that little rascal Xiao Qian'ai was not sleepy anymore and refused to leave Xiao Yining's room.
An Ziqi was pushed to the center of the bed by Xiao Qian'ai, with the two little ones on either side, their hands and feet wrapped around her.
They bundled her up like a zongzi, and Xiao Qian'ai even shoved a picture book into her hands, insisting she tell a bedtime story.
"Mama, bear bear,"
An Ziqi chuckled, reached out to adjust the quilt, and then hugged one on each side as she began reading the story from the book to them.
The little one pouted and kissed her on the cheek, nuzzled into her embrace, and with chubby hands reached across her body to hold Xiao Yining's hand tightly.
