An Ning's words tugged at Yu Jingchen's heartstrings, and he couldn't help but say, "Wait a bit and you can accompany me for a grand meal."
"Really? Then it's a deal," An Ning said, drooling with anticipation.
"There's no need to deceive you," Yu Jingchen said with a smile.
"Mmm, then let's pray that everything goes smoothly for Qianqian and he won't have any problems," she said with her hands clasped in prayer.
Seeing her worried little face, Yu Jingchen frowned again. This little rascal better really be sick. Otherwise, if he dares lie, intentionally cause trouble, he definitely won't get off so easily with this little troublemaker.
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Yu Ziqian, who was hiding in his room, clung to the windowsill to look outside. Seeing his dad's car driving up, he immediately hopped back to bed. "Dad's back."
"He's back," Grandma Yu also glanced outside, nearly dropping her cane in excitement.