Sun Jiaming's eyes crinkled with amusement. 'This son of mine is competing with me for attention.'
"Honestly, what are you trying to take from my grandson? Go on, if you two want to hug and cuddle, go back to your room. Don't do it in front of my grandson; you'll give him bad ideas."
Cao Qiu glared at Sun Jiaming.
Gu'er was speechless. She had just felt a wave of emotion and leaned into Sun Jiaming's arms for a moment. She was usually very mindful in the living room. 'What does she mean, "hugging and cuddling"?'
"Come on, let's go back to our room. I have something to tell you."
Sun Jiaming tugged on Gu'er's arm, ready to head back to their room.
Gu'er stood up, but before she could take a step, Jiji latched onto her leg. His big eyes gazed up at her, and his little lip quivered as he cried, "Mommy... Mommy..."
He looked so pitiful that if Gu'er had actually followed Sun Jiaming back to their room, he probably would have burst into tears.
