Although Nalan Ziting was extremely strict with him, he actually cared about him very much.

Looking at his brother's crying face, Mo Yan frowned but still gently wiped away the tears on his brother's face, "Stupid, why are you crying when you're already so old, it's not like Uncle won't come, didn't he say it, he will come back to see us." ”

Mo Li nodded at his brother randomly, his big blue eyes were even more watery, and he was cute.

Mo Lian looked at the thoughtful eldest son and the crying mess, sighed and said to the two, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Li, it's late today, let's go back for the time being." ”

Mo Yan and Mo Li followed behind Mo Lian one after the other, compared to Mo Li, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, Mo Yan was a little absent-minded, Mo Lian didn't care about this old eldest son, he also knew in his heart that Nalan Ziting must have said something to him, this child was mature, or let him know when he thought it clearly.