Gu Nuan knew it was because Mom didn't want to hear Aunt Qiu nagging.
Aunt Qiu, when faced with her, Gu Nuan, didn't dare to be too presumptuous, after all, she always worried that Gu Nuan might not help her, Aunt Qiu, make money in the future.
Mom took some clothes to wash up.
Gu Nuan walked back to the living room and saw the big white dog flipping through children's books again; she said, "My mom is here, and you're still doing this?"
Wasn't this big white dog quite good at pretending?
Xiao Yebai looked up from the book and said, "Mom knows I love to read children's books. I've told her about it, and she even said that your dad also likes storybooks, we have a set at home, but they've just gotten moldy."
Gu Nuan pretended not to hear what he said.
"When can I meet your dad?" He turned around, squinted at her, like a kid scheming to scoop candy, "I think your dad would like me."
"In your dreams—" Gu Nuan replied offhandedly.
