Uncle Ma took the bowl from his hand and quietly left, giving them space to talk.
At this moment, Shen Jingrou saw he had finished drinking and couldn't help but tease, "Little Ai is braver than you. No matter how bitter the medicine she takes, she never needs persuasion."
Meng Heming heard this, a slight smile flitting across his eyes, "The little one is terrific!"
"Of course, just look who her mother is," Shen Jingrou lifted her chin, pridefully boasting.
"And you say me?" Meng Heming looked at the little girl, full of arrogance, retorting, "We're both peas in a pod, never giving anyone peace of mind."
Shen Jingrou, "?"
Telling the truth really hurts people!
Meng Heming saw the young girl fall silent, the smile on his face deepening, "That kid from the Lin Family has been coming more frequently."
Everyone had just gotten up in the morning when Lin Yue came running excitedly, carrying various supplements, claiming to visit Mr. Meng, but everyone knew the real reason.
