Li Chuyue looked at her daughter and realized she had been away from her for so long that she couldn't think of anything to say.
Mianmian said, "You can also talk to Dad. Mom, I love hearing your voice."
Li Chuyue glanced at Cheng Xinghe, then turned her gaze elsewhere.
Cheng Xinghe said, "What's so interesting outside the window?"
"I just don't know what I should say to you." Li Chuyue asked, "Cheng Xinghe, these things Mianmian said, you didn't teach her, did you?"
She could sense that Mianmian was constantly trying to create opportunities for her and Cheng Xinghe.
Cheng Xinghe laughed, "Mianmian, did I teach you?"
"Of course not."
Mianmian said, "I just hope Mom and Dad love each other very much, like before..."
"Before?" Cheng Xinghe raised his head and glanced at the side of Li Chuyue's face, "I'm afraid your mother has already forgotten."
After all, so much time has passed.
