Xia Yangyang smiled faintly: "Well, thank you very much."
Gong Xue'er gave a seductive smile: "No need to be so polite. What kind of relationship do we have?"
After saying that, Gong Xue'er turned around, grabbed a plate of salad, and sat down across from Lu Haotian.
Xia Yangyang didn't linger and directly left with Gu Qichen.
When they returned to the room, Xia Ye was already awake.
He had already finished washing up on his own.
Xia Ye was very sensible. When he woke up and found the room empty, he didn't wander around.
His thoughts always seemed to align with those of a normal person.
Sometimes, Xia Yangyang subconsciously treated him like an adult.
Xia Yangyang brought breakfast to the table.
Xia Ye sat down: "Thank you, Mommy."
Sometimes, hearing Xia Ye call her Mommy—such a simple, two-syllable word—Xia Yangyang felt as though she'd heard the voice of heaven.
The more time she spent with Xia Ye, the more Xia Yangyang didn't want to leave him.
