Mo Ziye looked at Mo Xiuchen with a smile in his eyes. His words seemed calm and polite but were actually full of provocation.
Wen Jin burst into laughter.
He reached out to take the bag from Mo Ziye's hand, saying, "Ziye, take your time talking with your dad. I'll go in first and start preparing the meal."
Ziye, that kid, hadn't competed with Mo Xiuchen for Ranran's attention for a long time, and Wen Jin was happy to see this side of him.
Unlike the past four years, when he always gave off a cold, lonely vibe.
It made the elders like them feel heartbroken.
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiuchen turned his head to look at Wen Jin.
The latter pretended not to see his 'unpleasant' gaze, smiling gently at Ziye.
"Alright, Uncle, you go in first. I'll come in later to help you."
On the way back earlier, he mentioned that he would help Wen Jin prepare lunch.
