Qiuqiu came towards her with a bouquet of carnations in one hand and a gift box in the other.
The pink face was very serious, and his serious appearance was similar to that of Xi Moxiao.
Behind him, a group of children and curious adults followed from afar.
Wang Di led the security guard towards the curious onlookers and stopped them from coming.
Gu Qingli smiled and looked towards Qiuqiu.
"Mommy." He opened his mouth and shouted, stopped opposite her, and reached for the gift in his hands.
"We know what you are worried about these days, Mommy. You're the only mommy to Youyou and me, and no one will take us from you."
Qiuqiu was particularly serious, and his tender face revealed a maturity that was not in line with his age.
Gu Qingli's eyes flushed and tears kept spinning.
The two children seemed to play and haunt themselves on weekdays. She did not expect their mind to be so delicate, they even specially arranged for her such a surprise.