"Who's it from?" Rong Yan put the salmon into the trolley, busy picking fresh mangosteens without a free hand to grab the phone, "Duidui, can you check for me?"
"Okay." Little Baby obediently opened the phone, expertly found the message, and looked up to say to Rong Yan, who was selecting fruit, "It's a message from the big baddie."
The big baddie... Rong Yan's hand twitched, nearly dropping the mangosteen she was holding. Little Baby's nickname for him was unusually persistent.
It had been such a long time, and he still wouldn't call Li Shengxiao daddy.
Every time he did, it was with great reluctance.
But these things couldn't be forced. Rong Yan didn't push him, so as to avoid creating any rebelliousness in him, and she could only pretend not to hear, "What did your daddy say?"
Little Baby pouted unhappily, his voice milky, "He sent you a message asking what you're doing."
"Oh."
