Reaching for the doorknob and giving it a pull, the door didn't budge, locked from the inside. Xiao Moli ground his teeth in anger, wishing he could immediately drag that brat out of the bathroom and give him a good thrashing.
Early the next morning, An Ziqi helped Xiao Yining wash up and brought him downstairs. Opening the door, they happened to encounter Xiao Moli emerging from the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes, and with a hint of grievance, he called out, "Wife."
An Ziqi snorted and led Xiao Yining downstairs by his little hand.
At the breakfast table, Xiao Moli looked listlessly at himself, he couldn't help but feel the deepest sympathy for the poor, miserable figure relying on An Ziqi's favor.
He reached out and hugged Nuoyan next to him, indeed, his wife was the best.
After the meal, An Ziqi personally took Xiao Yining to school. Not knowing when the little one might be taken away, she was determined to spend every second she could with him.
