"Aiyo, my little darling, I finally found you, you really scared Auntie."
As Qiao Yi Yi returned, the nanny who had been waiting anxiously hugged Qiao Yi Yi and kissed her fiercely, her hanging heart finally settling down.
"I'm sorry, Auntie, I won't do this again."
Although Qiao Yi was only three years old, he was very good at reading people. Knowing that mommy was angry, he acted sensibly, apologizing without hesitation.
The nanny glanced at Lu Moqing who followed behind them and couldn't help but hesitating. She had often seen this face in newspapers and magazines, so he wasn't a stranger to her.
But she had never connected Qiao Yi with the man standing before her. Now, seeing them, father and son standing side by side, they looked like they were cut from the same mold.
Though the nanny couldn't believe it, she didn't dare to show it. She greeted him politely and returned to the kitchen to cook.
