The little man waved to Grandpa Ye as the car gradually drove away.

In the second-floor corridor of the villa next door, Little Bean stood silently not far behind his young master Ning:

"Oh dear, that little guy really left?"

Otherwise, how could it be fake?

Ning Luo remained silent, but her eyes involuntarily followed the departing car until it was completely out of sight.

The little man inside the car was completely unaware of this:

"Mommy, what time is it?"

The little boy was sitting in the back seat with something on his lap, and his hands were tightly clasped together.

Looking at her son's nervous little face, Ye Wanying couldn't help but say:

"Son, you don't need to hold it so tightly. Just use a little force to make sure it doesn't fall."

It's like holding a bunch of bombs; it's enough to give anyone a headache.

The little guy quickly shook his head:

"No."

What if it spills?

This was specially saved by Tuanzi for her older brother; it's his dinner tonight. If it spills, he won't have enough to eat and will go hungry.

Ye Wanying's lips twitched. Fine, who's forcing you?

Whatever makes you happy!

Anyway, it's not me who's getting tired.

The little guy looked up at Ye Wanying again and asked once more:

"Mommy, what time is it? Are we going to be late? Big brother's get out of class ends at six and he has to start again at seven."

Ha, you're really asking around so carefully.

Ye Wanying wasn't wearing a watch today.

Ask your dad.

Immediately, the little guy's face fell, and he pursed his lips several times before looking at Gao Dan, who was driving in front:

"Dad, what time is it?"

Gao Dan didn't want to pay any attention to his stupid son, but if he didn't, he probably would have to ask him countless times along the way.

"I won't be late."

Although no specific details were mentioned, it did serve as reassurance to the villain.

As long as I'm not late, that's fine.

But the little guy is such a worrywart, and now it seems he's remembered something important:

"Mommy, did you get through to Grandpa Xi on the phone?"

Since we're going to deliver food to the older brother, the Xi family doesn't need to prepare anything; otherwise, it would definitely be a waste.

Oh dear, son, you're so nagging!

Remember, you are a boy!

"You can rest assured, okay?"

Do you really think all adults are unreliable?

The little man finally nodded and fell silent. In that instant, Ye Wanying felt as if the world had become quiet.

It's not close to Xi Siyu's school; it took almost half an hour to drive there.

At the school gate, a number of parents were already standing outside, bringing food and clothes to their children. Since there were still five minutes left before get out of class ended, these parents were all eagerly waiting.

Looking at the scene at the school gate, Ye Wanying suddenly realized that a few years later, she might become one of them.

Hiss~

reject!

Absolutely not!

"Mommy?"

When Tuanzi saw that her mother's expression suddenly turned strange, she called out.

Upon hearing her son's voice, Ye Wanying quickly said:

"Don't call me."

Forehead?

The little one was stunned: "Mommy, why can't Tuanzi call you?"

Why?

It's just that your mother can't accept becoming one of those people who deliver meals to children every day in a few years.

So, it's absolutely true that kids are more fun when they're young, and less fun when they grow up.

This doesn't even need to grow too old; it's already not fun when they're in elementary school.

Ye Wanying took several deep breaths before looking at her son:

“When you go to elementary school, you will either eat at school or go home to eat by yourself. I will not deliver food to you.”