"I accept," An Ning said.
"Then it's settled, we must keep work and personal matters separate from now on."
"Yes!" An Ning promised again.
"Alright, looking forward to seeing how you do," Mo Ang said.
Just as they were about to hang up the phone, Xinxin suddenly started crying from her crib.
In a flash, she got up, firmly grasped the railing and stood up, then raised her arms and called for mommy. "Ma... mama..."
An Ning put down the phone, completely forgetting to hang up, and picked up her daughter. "Xinxin, how come you're up so soon!"
"Hungry... hungry..." Xinxin clutched at mama's clothes, looking for her food.
She did this motion so smoothly, and she would quickly lift mama's clothes; if mama was wearing buttoned clothes, Xinxin could quickly unbutton them too.
