Tong Ran: "..."
Does this little devil want another stepmom?!
Mo Beiyan pulled out a chair and sat down, "What kind of dishes are these, they look unappetizing."
Mo Nanjue walked out holding his son, and sat down next to Tong Ran, with a few drops of water still clinging to his refined profile. "What's for dinner?"
Mo Yaochenn reached out to point, Tong Ran, seeing this, picked up a napkin to wipe the man's water drops. Mo Nanjue picked up chopsticks to serve his son, his handsome brows still cloaked in a coolness nurtured since childhood, but the softness and doting look in his eyes were unmistakable.
Su Qingtian felt a sting in her eyes and turned her head, seeing Mo Beiyan serving soup. He deliberately selected shrimp and beef pieces, serving two bowls before leaning over to place the ceramic bowls next to Chennchenn and Tong Ran.
Tong Ran said thank you.
Mo Nanjue slightly raised his eyelids, "Three people, two bowls?"
Mo Beiyan's mouth twitched, "What do you mean?"
