Mo Nanjue's eyes stung, and Tong Ran hurriedly squatted down, "Chennchenn, Mom said Daddy is sick and can't talk."
Chennchenn nodded in confusion, his small hand holding Mo Nanjue's, "Daddy, I want to make milk for grandma too."
Mo Nanjue bent down to pick him up, his tall figure walked downstairs, Chennchenn lay on his shoulder and would occasionally say something to him, but the man couldn't speak, he just listened quietly, Tong Ran followed by, and she could clearly see the corners of his eyes lightly narrowing.
Her heart couldn't help but ache, Mo Nanjue came to the dining room downstairs, he had never made milk before, so naturally, he had no clue about the steps, Tong Ran stood by to guide him, Chennchenn shook his head and lay on the table, suddenly coming up with a sentence, "Daddy, when you get old, I will make milk for you, too."
