Old Lady Mo continued, "I'm going to the Garden to see Ziyao!"
After speaking, Old Lady Mo turned around and walked out the door.
Ni Yang carefully placed Mo Ziyin on the bed and reached out to take the wailing Mo Zi'an, "Erbao, don't cry, Mommy's got you."
The little guy heard Ni Yang's voice, opened his eyes and took a look.
At the moment Ni Yang took him, he completely stopped crying.
His small hands grabbed at the falling strands of hair.
Ni Yang didn't mind the pain, she bent down and kissed the little guy.
Mo Qishen quickly stretched out his hand, blocking the little guy's face, and Ni Yang's lips landed on the back of Mo Qishen's hand.
"What's wrong?" Ni Yang looked up puzzled.
Mo Qishen said, "His face is covered with tears, drool, and snot, it's filthy! Let's wash it first..."
Cleaning him up might make him more presentable.
The rejected Mo Baobao: "..." Damn! Is this my real dad?
