An Ziqi thought for a moment, biting her lip, "I want to…"
Before she could finish, Xiao Yining's little face suddenly fell, and he jumped off the bed and ran outside.
"Ningning." An Ziqi was startled and quickly called out to him.
But the little guy ran out, without even turning his head back, looking like he was in a huff.
An Ziqi quickly got out of bed, but as soon as she took a step, her legs felt weak and she stumbled.
Xiao Moli reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing their bodies close together.
An Ziqi, not caring about their intimate posture at the moment, anxiously pushed his chest, "Go check on Ningning."
"He'll be fine."
Xiao Moli responded indifferently. He understood his son well. Despite his tender age, the boy was sly, probably up to some mischief again.
An Ziqi frowned, looking at him unhappily, "He's your son, how can you not care?"
