Xiu Xi looked again at the white plump baby, sticking out her little chest, appearing righteous yet hesitant, which seemed very poignant. He fell silent for a few seconds, and then nodded, even giving a soft hum.
Ruan Hao was truly surprised at this.
Ever since the year Xiu Xi's mother died giving birth to a second child, Xiu Xi stopped talking after getting a stepmother, and his temperament became odd, like a little ghost. Normally, not just children but also adults would avoid him. He never expected that a casual question of his would actually receive a response.
Thinking of Xiu Xi's current stepmother and seeing the mice he was carrying, he felt moved. He walked over, glanced at the quails at his feet, and said softly, "You probably won't be able to eat all of these if you take them home. If you trust us, why not take them to my house? We won't eat them; we can just cook them for you."
