"Sure. I think you will become very good friends. You can play games together."
Jing Xi poked him gently on his nose and said, "Well, now you need to go to bed. I'll wake you up early in the morning and we will go there together."
"OK. Good night, mommy. Good night, daddy." Little Tieniu closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Mo Yutian had already gotten in bed. Upon hearing that Jin Xiaoxi was taking little Tieniu to the palace, he suddenly became a bit nervous.
"Xiaoxi, are you taking Niuniu to the palace?"
"No. We're going to the hospital. The prince is sick. I have to take care of him there."
Mo Yutian said nothing further. But he was worried. What if they recognized little Tieniu?
After all, little Tieniu was their Little Apple, and he looked very similar to Huo Yunshen, his biological father.
Mo Yutian felt extremely reluctant at the thought that Little Apple would be leaving him soon.