Ye Yanning yawned, feeling a little tired. "Well, remember, there was a stranger knocking at the door..."

"Don't open the door! Mummy! Don't worry, I remember, Mommy, why do you despise me again? Lu Chen looked at his mother discontentedly. He was no longer a three-year-old child.

Ye Banning touched his son's small head, and then rest assured.

Taking advantage of Ye's rest, Lu Chen watches TV in the living room of his suite.

Although he didn't know much about language, he succeeded in arousing Lu Chen's interest. He sat on the sofa and watched TV meticulously.

Look at... He also fell asleep unconsciously...

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Recently, my mother came...