Fortunately, there was still a little bundle of joy keeping him company.
"Ah~"
As if sensing Mo Jingchun's mood, the little one reached out with small hands to pinch Mo Jingchun's face, babbling away in baby talk, trying to communicate.
By the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, there were no more visitors; those who were supposed to come had already visited.
In the evening, Mo Jingchun received a call from his aunt, asking him to bring Xiaobao to their grandfather's house for New Year greetings and lunch the next morning.
Without thinking twice, Mo Jingchun agreed.
Firstly, because no one else was coming to visit at home, and secondly, the snow on the road had melted, making it possible to ride a scooter again.
To be honest, from the first day of the New Year until now, Mo Jingchun hadn't gone out; even when his uncle called twice for a meal, he declined.
