Mo Ang had no choice but to let her go.
An Ning hurriedly straightened herself and got out of bed, pulling open the door.
Yu Ziqian looked up at his mom with a little face. "..."
An Ning squatted down, feeling embarrassed, and asked her son, "What do you need?"
The little boy didn't answer what was wrong with himself but looked at Mo Ang instead. "Mom, Uncle Mo seems to dislike me, he's glaring at me!"
Even without looking back, An Ning knew how unpleasant Mo Ang's expression must be now and that he was glaring at the child.
But you can't show a good face to a child who just missed something. "If you have something to say, just say it, don't worry about other people's expressions, their business has nothing to do with you!"
Yu Ziqian rolled his eyes at Mo Ang. "Just now, I think I saw a mouse run into your room, I wanted to come in and find the mouse!"
"A mouse?" An Ning's eyes widened.
