In Lujia's living room, Lujia's mother and old lady talk on the long sofa.

Mrs. Fu was sitting on a separate sofa with Xiao Ruirui in her arms. The little fellow was holding Zhenghuan, which contained 240 milliliters of milk powder, and slowly felt a little sleepy, and his eyes narrowed.

Yiyi holds Xiao also on the crawling mat. It is rare for him to sit still so neatly and pay close attention to the two strangers at home.

"Grandma, how's your encounter now?" Lu's mother still cared more about her son-in-law. She was Xiao Ruirui's father anyway, and when she listened to the phone, Xingyue meant forgiving him. She...