"Mom!"
He Sizhe turned his head to see Li Jiaqi returning, dropped the ball, and ran towards her.
"Yes, my darling!"
Li Jiaqi bent down and crouched.
He Sizhe was playing with sweat all over his head, his little cheeks were flushed, and his big eyes had a few hints of joy.
"I was playing ball with Dad. Do you want to join?"
"No, Mom is a girl, girls don't play soccer!"
"Your mom likes to play other kinds of ball!"
He Yingdong slightly curved his lips, speaking meaningfully.
Li Jiaqi gave him a scornful glance.
She stretched out to hold He Sizhe and walked into the hall.
After pouring him a cup of warm water, the little one held the cup and gulped it down.
He Yingdong took a towel and wiped his sweat, wearing only a black tank top, his strong arms exceptionally captivating.
He stood in front of her, looking down at her from his height.
After a while, he called the maid, "Take the little master for a bath!"
"Okay, sir!"
The maid took He Sizhe into the bathroom.
