Mo Guo was lively by nature, a born talent in entertaining children.
She fetched a freshly baked piece of cake for the little boy, an egg tart, and a cup of hot milk tea.
The little boy sat quietly next to Zhao Ningxue, eating his food. It was clear that he was well brought up, very refined.
"Huahua, is your dad really rich?" Mo Guo asked in a low voice.
Gu Xia pinched her, "Guozi, aren't you being a bit too direct?"
Mo Guo laughed, "Fine, I'll ask something less direct then. Huahua, your dad likes your Auntie Xiao Xue, don't you? Would you like her to be your stepmom?"
Gu Xia: ...
Zhao Ningxue: ...
That question was even more direct than the last, wasn't it?
She'd thought it was just a joke, and that the child wouldn't take a stand.
But to her surprise, Jing Huan actually nodded his head...
It was clear, although they had just met, the child really liked Zhao Ningxue.
