After washing their hands, Jiang Tingxu and Mo Zhining sat down next to each other. She scooped half a bowl of chicken soup.
"It's hot. You have to blow on it."
"Alright." He was four, not a two-year-old baby. He knew what to do.
Mo Boyuan had changed his clothes and gotten downstairs. He could feel the family warmth and love surrounding the dining room, and before he knew it, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
Just as he was about to walk across the hall, Uncle Mu approached him. "Young master, Mr. Zhou is here."
"Zhou Xian?"
"Yes, Sir."
Mo Boyuan nodded. "Let him in."
Uncle Mu then left, and it was moments before he came back with Zhou Xian.
Mo Boyuan was sitting on the sofa. He had looked much more gentle in his home garments and didn't look as stern when he was outside.
As Zhou Xian stepped into the house, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Mo!"
