Li Muyao saw the message on the bedside table, saying that he was going to pick up his brother and then they would go see their father together. They would have lunch together later.
Just as Li Muyao was about to go out, the doorbell rang. Li Muyao opened it and saw Song Xiumei holding the hand of the happy mother and daughter. Her expression wasn't too good.
Their expressions were completely different. The older one, Song Xiumei, was extremely reluctant and even a little disgusted. The younger one, Little Doudou, was especially happy. When he saw Li Muyao, his bright eyes sparkled as if he had seen the stars in the sky.
"Aunty, Dad asked us to bring Aunty to have breakfast. Mom, right?"
Little Doudou smiled at Li Muyao and looked up at her mother, who had been unhappy all this while.
