Joke

"What kind of reaction?" Ding Xueyang teased. "To see whether Dad would hire three helpers too?"

Ding Yuqing laughed, then turned to Hesta. "Was the play good this afternoon?"

"I didn't get to see it," Hesta replied. "I shouldn't have taken Eleven. The child was too rowdy and couldn't control herself."

"Only you have the energy for that," Ding Yuqing said. "I can't handle kids like that."

"There are kids rowdier than Miaomiao?" Ding Xueyang said with a laugh.

Hearing her own name, Miaomiao immediately looked up. She jumped down from her chair and threw herself onto her mother's lap, whimpering as she looked at Ding Xueyang, as if she urgently wanted something but simply would not say it.

"Ah, Miaomiao's getting anxious, isn't she?" Ding Xueyang looked down at her daughter. "We're talking about grown-up matters."

Miaomiao still said nothing, only stomping her feet harder.

"...This child." Ding Xueyang bent down and gathered Miaomiao into her arms. "Now that she's better, why has she become even more clingy than before...?"

Miaomiao clutched at Ding Xueyang's shirt. "Where's Dad?"

"Dad's away on a business trip."

"Will he come back tonight?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Can't he come back tonight?"

"Dad has to work," Ding Xueyang said softly.

"But tomorrow is Sunday! Make Dad come back!"

"Be good, Miaomiao." Ding Xueyang shifted her position, letting Miaomiao rest more comfortably against her chest. "Mom will stay with you."

After Ding Xueyang finished eating, Miaomiao pestered her to record a video. In the open space of the living room, Miaomiao sang a nursery rhyme and danced. At the end, she suddenly ran over to Ding Xueyang's hand and pressed close to the camera. "Dad, come home soon. Miaomiao misses you."

The video was quickly sent to Shi Pingchuan. Everyone waited together for a while, but