"My little great-grandson, be careful!"
Seeing that little Yan Chenxi almost stumbled, the Mo patriarch nervously reminded.
Fortunately, he didn't fall in the end, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to look at Mo Chuxi, who stood motionless not far away, and curiously raised himself upright.
"What are these things that spilled out? Photographs?"
The Mo patriarch questioned, noticing Mo Chuxi's gaze fixed downward at the scattered photographs by his feet, his relaxed expression instantly freezing into stern, somber tension.
Mo Chuxi slowly crouched down, staring at the photos strewn across the ground, his sharp brows furrowed as he reached out and picked one up.
His piercing eyes suddenly sharpened with murderous intensity!
"It's Mama! Mama is sleeping!"
Little Chenxi's innocent and harmless voice rang out clearly.
"But who is this big brother?"
