After dinner, they left the restaurant.
Marcus Moore apologized, "Ella, I still have some things to do today and can't take you back."
"No need, we have a driver coming to pick us up," Ella Lacey said honestly.
The little one, however, headed towards Marcus's car, blinking her big watery eyes, "I want to come to your house to play."
Such a childlike innocence, fond of visiting others as a guest.
This rare little mosquito came with a touch of mischief.
It was hard to refuse her.
Marcus Moore stood there stiffly, at a loss for a moment.
But the little one had already gotten into the car, and even winked and waved at Ella Lacey, "Mommy, come on up."
Ella Lacey seemed to understand her baby's intention and got into the car herself. She said to Marcus Moore, "You should know our group has already been sold to someone else, and now my daughter and I are both unemployed. It's pretty boring staying home all day, so going to your place for a visit isn't an issue, right?"
