Ye Anran blushed and looked at Bo Jinyu, "There are children here!"
"A child who understands romance?" Bo Jinyu retorted.
Ye Anran was instantly silenced.
Mo Yangyang opened his small mouth, his white teeth nibbled the air as he was about to protest, but a faint smile yet threatening gaze from Bo Jinyu came his way.
Damn it!
Mo Yangyang felt he was really too pitiful!
Why should he, a five-year-old, be so threatened by a thirty-year-old Bo Jinyu!
He bowed his head and, imitating Aunt Zuo, quickly finished the pasta on his plate and pushed the small plate away, "I'm full, I'm going upstairs!"
His little body lightly hopped down from the chair and went to Sister An Ran's side, taking her hand, "Sister, can you come to my room later? I have some questions about my studies that I don't understand and want to ask you."
"Of course, I can," Ye Anran said with a light, tender laugh, reaching out to stroke his hair.
