Gu Moqian didn't mind at all, and the corners of his lips finally showed a rare smile when he saw his son, "Good boy."
"An An, do you miss mommy?"
Ji Wei saw the scene of the father and son's affection, her eyes also turning red. She went over and held her son's chubby little hand, asking with a smile.
"I really miss her a lot!"
An An answered loudly, using an advanced vocabulary word. Ji Wei was both surprised and delighted, cupping her son's face and kissing him: "An An is amazing, mommy loves you, loves you very much..."
"Loves you very much!" An An repeated after her.
Standing nearby, Nan Huiru placed a heavy bowl on the dining table with a sullen face, the heartwarming scene of the family of three stabbing at her heart.
Thinking that Ji Wei was actually Zhao Wanfang's niece, and that the old slattern had failed to seduce and then sent her niece into the Gu Family to beguile her son, Nan Huiru was filled with rage, gnashing her teeth.
