Lu Meng, looking anxious, lowered her head and mumbled, "Let go of my hand, let me go."
"Mengmeng, don't be afraid. I'll give you time to think about it. No rush. Take your time. Once you've made your decision, let me know your answer."
Song Yunchi gently rubbed the delicate skin on her wrist with his thumb, and after speaking, he slowly released her hand.
He watched her, like a frightened deer, hurriedly run away.
"Ah!"
Jingxing saw his mother run away, anxiously patting Song Yunchi, urging him to bring his mother back.
Using his index finger, he poked his son's chubby cheek, "Stop it."
"Ah ah ah..."
"Be quiet, you're too noisy, Song Jingxing."
"Ow ow ow."
"Shut up."
"Mmm mmm mmm."
His mouth was covered, and Little Jingxing started scratching Song Yunchi.
Soon, the father and son tumbled together onto the sofa, laughing and playing around.
