Gu Qili finished washing up and came out, finding that Mu Shuoqian was no longer in the room, and she felt relieved by his tactful withdrawal.
She walked over to the bed intending to lie down, but discovered that the blanket Mu Qinian had previously cuddled with was missing. Meanwhile, the little boy was sitting at the head of the bed, holding a toy car in his hand.
Gu Qili: "..."
"I am your mom."
"But you are also a woman," Mu Qinian said, clutching his blanket defensively as if afraid she would take advantage of him, "There's a guest room downstairs. You sleep there tonight."
Gu Qili felt somewhat helpless. Being kicked out like this, how could she shamelessly continue to linger? But before leaving, she couldn't help but ask, "Did your dad teach you to say that?"
Mu Qinian waved his hand with a calm face: "Don't always think of my dad as being so bad, sometimes he is very reasonable."
Like when he buys him figurines, though these occasions are few and far between.
