Pingping nodded her little head and agreed.
"Okay."
Zhan Qipei walked to the entrance but still felt uneasy and thought about going back to check.
However, remembering what Pingping had said, he worried about disturbing Qiao Jing.
In the end, he sent Qiao Jing a message before leaving the house.
Qiao Jing sat by the bay window and, after seeing Zhan Qipei's car leave the complex, stepped out of the room.
When she reached the living room, she caught a glimpse of the porridge on the dining table from the corner of her eye.
Qiao Jing indifferently withdrew her gaze and approached the two little ones.
Upon hearing Qiao Jing's footsteps, Pingping quickly looked up.
"Sister Qiao! Are you awake?"
Anan put down her pen and directly threw herself into Qiao Jing's arms.
"Sister Qiao!"
Qiao Jing smiled and nodded, glancing at the homework the little ones were doing.
"Have you learned to recognize words now?"