The little kid held his father's hand. Meanwhile, Mo Boyuan's face was much gentler than before.
He said to the father and son of Ye family, "Let's go, it's getting late."
"Let's go! Let's go."
Along the way, the two children played together, laughing non-stop.
The two men looked around for the corresponding room numbers.
"Here it is. Over there, Room No. 1!" There was a big number one written on the wall by the door.
It was a small two-story building. The outer walls were all plastered with bricks. The decorations were very beautiful. No wonder it was the best residence.
The word envy had never appeared in Mo Boyuan's dictionary. He just said, "We'll continue looking. You guys go in and clean up first."
"Alright, see you later. Shitou, say goodbye."
"Goodbye to uncle, goodbye to Ningning."
The boy waved his chubby hand and said, "Goodbye to Uncle Ye, goodbye to Shitou."
