Mu Xing's head drooped lower and lower, grumbling to herself about why the car sent by Assistant Zhao still hasn't arrived.
She is currently leading one child by the hand, being the subject of discussions all the way.
She's only 24 this year, petite in stature, and her face doesn't show her age—in any case, she looks more like an older sister, or at most an aunt, so why had she been hearing the term "hot mom" all the way.
Little Youyou looked down at his phone, seeing the message from uncle, "Uncle doesn't want Mommy to go back, are we being clever right now?"
If they both ran over, then Mommy definitely wouldn't have to hurry back.
Little Momo looked at her and gestured an OK sign, "Of course. But we need to let Mommy know we're here without actually being with her."
"That's easy! We weren't planning on being with Mommy anyway! Aren't we here to see uncle?"
