Chen Jing's face changed, hurriedly stuffing the document into her bag.
Even though she brought the document home, she didn't yet have the courage to show it to her daughter and son-in-law.
Or perhaps, if in the end she couldn't muster the courage, she would directly tell Luo Yifan that she didn't want to gamble!
"Baby boy, don't touch that, it's grandma's stuff."
Her urgency only led her to say such ineffective and unconvincing words.
"Grandma, what exactly is it? Can't you let baby boy see? Is it a love letter?" Baby Boy blinked his big eyes, innocently looking at Chen Jing.
When the words "love letter" jumped out of the little boy's mouth, everyone in the living room, including Chen Jing, was taken aback.
Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned to Chen Jing, "Mom, is it really a love letter?"
Zhu Qianying couldn't help but join in the mischief with the baby boy. Of course, her mischief was conscious, but the baby boy's mischief was more subconscious.
