Tian Xiang rarely comes to pick up her son, and feeling his excitement and attachment, her heart melts. She squats down to pick him up, then weighs him a little, "Have you gained weight?"
Little Jia Nian pouts, "It's because Mommy hasn't held me for a long time."
Tian Xiang strokes her son's little head, "It's Mommy's fault. From now on, Mommy will hold you every day."
Meng Jiani looks incredulous, "You're just coaxing me, aren't you?"
Tian Xiang laughs, "Mommy doesn't lie to people." As she says this, she looks at Meng Cheng'an, "Daddy will supervise."
Meng Cheng'an nods, watching his wife and son, and there's a constant smile on his lips.
The family of three gets in the car, heading toward the courtyard.
In fact, it's very close, just next door, only a ten-minute walk.
Usually, the old man comes to pick up his grandson; except when it rains, they always walk back and forth.
But Tian Xiang's identity is special, not suitable for appearing in public.
