In the end, he still made a call to Qiao An.
Because he couldn't relax otherwise.
Even if Lu Meng didn't discuss it with him, she should have discussed it with Qiaoqiao.
Only with Qiao An there could he feel at ease.
......
"Yunchi, aren't you going to see Mengmeng?"
Madam Song was holding Jingxing as she looked at her son, who was sitting blankly at his desk. It had been an entire morning, and he had just sat there in a daze the whole morning.
He'd been spacing out all morning.
She had no idea what was going through his mind at this very moment.
Jingxing was very well-behaved today. After waking up in the morning, he obediently drank his milk.
When his grandma held him, he just lay obediently in her arms, those clear eyes wide open as he looked at the world.
He didn't fuss or cry, which made Madam Song's heart ache even more.
"Jingxing, go call your daddy."
