Seeing the two of them walking side by side, Ping Guoguo, who was watching TV in the living room, was extremely surprised, "Mumu?"
"Hello, Auntie Ping." Li Mumu greeted politely.
"Mumu, come on in and have some fruit. By the way, it's already so late, why don't you stay over tonight?" Ping Guoguo said enthusiastically.
"Then I won't be polite, Auntie Ping!" Li Mumu, always carefree, wasn't about to act distant with Ping Guoguo and immediately grabbed an orange and tossed it into her mouth.
Ping Guoguo smiled and then looked at Bei Mo, secretly giving him a thumbs-up—well done, my son, you actually managed to bring Mumu home.
Bei Mo smirked—a piece of cake.
Li Mumu, busy devouring her snacks, had no idea about the little gestures between the mother and son.
That night before bed.
Ping Guoguo nervously pulled Bei Mo aside, "My son, I just went into Mumu's room and she's already asleep. Do you think you should pretend to go to the wrong bed and sleep together?"
