His thin lips were pressed into a straight line without curvature, his gaze dark as he stared at the two little ones.
The two children were frightened by Zhan Qipei's look, immediately transforming into clingy sweets, sticking to Qiao Jing's thighs on either side.
Qiao Jing stretched out her hand to ruffle the little heads, looking helplessly at Ni Yue who was asleep on the couch.
"I'm back, have you had dinner yet? Are you still hungry?"
Her suspicion from earlier had indeed come true.
Ni Yue lay on the couch sleeping, while the two children sat on another couch, watching her sleep.
Pingping shook his head.
"Not hungry, Sister Ni Yue bought us porridge."
He glanced at the takeout boxes still on the table, quieted his footsteps, and hurried over to start putting all the boxes into the trash.
Qiao Jing felt a pang of uncontrollable pain in her heart, Pingping's maturity was heart-wrenching, and so was Anan's.