Even when the little guy was asleep, his small hand was tightly clutching a toy.
Mo Weiyi quickly said, "Let me hold him."
"Do you want to wake your son up?" Xiao Yebai finished speaking.
Mo Weiyi followed, "Xiao Yebai, what exactly do you want to do? We've bought gifts, walked the streets, and now Nuonuo needs to go home to sleep and eat..."
Took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.
Once they reached it...
"Princess?" A familiar voice rang out.
Mo Weiyi, looking at the driver with graying temples, said, "Uncle Liu?"
"Princess, you still remember me." A call of "Uncle Liu" nearly moved the old man to tears, "This must be the young master, right? He's really cute, looks exactly like Mr. Xiao."
Mo Weiyi: "..."
With little Nuonuo's sprawling sleeping posture and drooling, how could he look exactly like Xiao Yebai?
"Uncle Liu, thanks for your trouble," said Xiao Yebai.
