On the other hand, when a little guy heard that the cakes the teacher mentioned were sent by Jiang Tingxu, his little face was puzzled for a moment.
"Teacher, is it really my mother? When did my mother come?"
As he asked, he didn't forget to stretch his neck out to look out of the window.
A teacher squatted down. It was the same teacher who had received the cake at the school gate.
"It's true. When she came, you were still in class, so I didn't call you."
The little guy pursed his lips, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"Oh!"
He answered simply.
But only this little guy knew what he was thinking.
…...
At that moment, Jiang Tingxu had taken the elevator upstairs. When she opened the door, she felt that something was wrong.
Wait a minute.
Why was Mo Boyuan sitting on her sofa?
She turned around and looked at the opposite door, and finally looked at her own door. If she didn't go wrong, then only...
