In the apartment, Ann and foam sang children's songs in a low voice and drew pictures on the dining table. The atmosphere was harmonious. From time to time, children's naive laughter came out.

Under the orange light, Gu Qianmeng was cooking meticulously. She glanced at the living room at will, then crooked her lips satisfactorily and smiled happily. These two little guys did not make any noise all day today, which really saved her a lot of worry.

Then the phone rang and Gu Qianmeng busily turned off the fire and quickly unfastened his apron.

"Mommy, I'll pick it up." Mortar jumped out of his seat obediently and gracefully. Step...