The surroundings fell into silence. Li Qingmu did not make a sound, and Qi Yun did not speak to him about whether to help or not. Ultimately, it was up to Li Qingmu to decide.
Rong Si was eating a piece of pastry. Seeing the father and son remained silent, sensing a somewhat strange atmosphere, she got up and came to them, waving her hand in front of their eyes.
"Hey, what are you both thinking about? Why did you suddenly stop talking?"
Qi Yun gently tucked a stray lock of Rong Si's hair behind her ear, smiling slightly, "We are off to have fun, someone has to take care of things, and we are discussing this with your son!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Rong Si nodded slightly, then looked at Li Qingmu and smiled at him, "Mu'er, since your father said for you to help us, then give us a hand!"
Seeing his mother's innocent and lively expression, Li Qingmu had no choice but to say bitterly, "Alright..."
