It was a little cramped for five people to have one car, especially since Ji Zixuan and Ji Zi'ang were already 1.8 meters tall.
Therefore, Ji Yuanyuan got into Li Miao's car and sat in the back seat. She could also help Li Miao look after Little Mumu.
He was already one year and eight months old and could already speak.
The entire time, he was chattering in a language that the adults could not understand.
Ji Yuanyuan pretended to understand and continued to talk to him.
Li Miao looked at the two of them in the back row and said with a smile, "He's willing to talk now. Your uncle and I are almost annoyed to death by him. We couldn't understand it and couldn't hide."
Ji Yuanyuan smiled and stuffed a small bun into Mumu's mouth. She then took a tissue to wipe his saliva, "How is it annoying? He's so cute."
"If you think he's cute, you can take care of him." Li Miao joked.
