"Huh...?" Qiao Mo didn't react for a moment, not understanding why the two kids suddenly changed their minds: "Do you really not want mommy to stay with you?"
"No..."
With that, the two little ones climbed onto the bed and tucked themselves under the covers.
"Good night, Mommy."
Seeing this, Qiao Mo had no choice but to leave the bedroom, glancing back every few steps.
Before leaving, she closed the bedroom door.
After leaving, Qiao Mo couldn't help but feel a little lost.
In the past, the two little ones loved clinging to her. She didn't think much of it then, but now that they've suddenly become so 'mature' and don't even need her, she feels inexplicably uneasy and sad.
But Qiao Mo didn't know that after she left, the two little ones were no longer sleepy.
Chenchen turned to look at his brother on the nearby bed, somewhat reluctantly saying: "Brother, I want to hear mommy tell me a story."
Qiqi pouted; actually, he wanted that too.
