Mu Qinian never expected Gu Qili to be there, and in her excitement, she exclaimed, "Ali."
"Is Ali what you call her? Call her mom." Mu Shuoqian glared at him disapprovingly and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands.
Mu Qinian pursed his lips and didn't say anything else, but his dark, round eyes kept roving over Gu Qili.
"It's okay. You can call me whatever you like." Gu Qili picked up a piece of braised pork from the plate, gently blew on it, and then offered it to his mouth, "You must be hungry. We're about to start dinner."
Mu Qinian bit into the piece of braised pork and licked his lips: "Ali, why did you come over today?"
"Is there something wrong with today?" Gu Qili blinked.
The little guy was about to open his mouth to explain when he suddenly received a stern glare, carrying an implicit warning.
He wisely closed his mouth, "Ali, I'm going to wash my hands."
