In the afternoon, Chen Mengqing, who returned from the Ministry of Information, gently tugged at Layan and chanted.
"Sister Nian Nian, in the evening, I, I want to go home."
Yan Niannian looked at her funny and angry little look, "You call me my sister, really, just call me Niannian, go back to live? It doesn't matter. My father has never restricted where you live. If you miss your mother, go back to live."
"I want to send Huahua to my mother."
"Why should we accompany you back?"
"No, no need." Chen Mengqing looked at Xiang Yan with a shy smile, "I mean