Because Ningning tended to wake up any time, Jiang Tingxu did not dare to hand the child over to the helper. She could only carry Ningning on her own.
Fortunately, the entire hall was warm and not chilly.
Throughout the entire night, the pair stayed on the sofa in the hall. If they were sleepy, they would close their eyes and rest for a while. If there was a call, they would immediately answer it.
However, until the next day, they did not receive the expected call.
Mrs. Mo had already gone downstairs. It was obvious that she did not have a good rest during the night. She looked very haggard.
When she saw the mother and son sleeping on the sofa, Mrs. Mo's heart ached. She walked up to them. "Tingxu, Tingxu," she called out softly.
Jiang Tingxu woke up languidly.
"Mother? It's morning already?" she asked, her voice groggy.
Mrs. Mo nodded.
"I'll guard the phone. You carry Ningning back to his room and sleep for a while."
