Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

At this moment, Mo Chashan couldn't help but bring his face closer to the frame, with a mix of anticipation and nervousness:

"Tongtong, my little one, can you see me? I'm your grandpa!"

Tongtong looked at the middle-aged man on the screen who resembled her father and had a gentle smile. After thinking for a moment, she confirmed:

"Grandpa...is he Dad's dad?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's Dad's dad!" Mo Chashan nodded quickly, his heart filled with joy.

"Hello, Grandpa!" Tongtong immediately greeted him with a big smile.

"Hey! Tongtong, hello! Tongtong is such a good girl!" Mo Chashan smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared.

Jiang Hui also eagerly squeezed into the frame, her voice so gentle it seemed to melt hearts:

"Tongtong~ Do you still remember Grandma?"

"I remember! Hello, Grandma!" Tongtong had a deeper impression of Jiang Hui, so she called out to her in an especially sweet voice.

"Oh my sweet baby, have you eaten yet?" Jiang Hui's eyes crinkled with laughter.

"I'm full~" Tongtong nodded vigorously, and even patted her round little belly in a serious manner to show "evidence".

Her adorable actions delighted the three people opposite her.

Just then, Old Master Mo Weiguo suddenly reached out and turned the phone camera towards himself, leaving only his face, which was trying to smile, in the frame.

Jiang Hui, who was squeezed out of the frame: "..."

Mo Cha Shan, which was also pushed aside: "..."

The old man didn't care about them. He spoke to his great-granddaughter on the screen in a way that he himself probably didn't realize.

She said in a tone almost like coaxing a baby, "Tongtong, eat your fill so you can grow tall and strong~"

Tongtong nodded very seriously, and then gave him some advice:

"Great-Grandpa needs to eat his fill too! Otherwise he won't have any energy! His tummy will... growl!"

"Tongtong's tummy growls when she's hungry!" She imitated the sound of her tummy growling, which was incredibly cute.

"Okay, okay, Great-Grandpa will definitely eat his fill." Mo Weiguo nodded repeatedly, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out.

Seeing the lively interaction between the grandparents and grandchildren, Mo Ye pulled He Wanqing back to the sofa and found a movie to watch on his tablet.

He Wanqing casually clicked on the video platform's recommendation, which happened to be "Ultraman with Broken Horn".

Mo Ye's eyes lit up: "Hmm? Ultraman Tiga!"

This is a tokusatsu drama that he can watch ten times over without getting tired of it.

He Wanqing chuckled, knowing his preferences, and didn't change the channel.

Just then, a scene of Tiga battling a monster came on, and the two snuggled together to watch it.

For Mo Ye, some classic scenes are endlessly watchable.

For example, right now—Tiga performs a beautiful roundhouse kick, then grabs the monster's horn, exerts force, and cleanly breaks it off!

"Snap!"

Mo Ye involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, leaning back slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

"That feels so good!"

He Wanqing leaned on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his body relaxing, and couldn't help but smile.

She didn't actually have any special feelings for Ultraman, but she enjoyed the quiet moments of being close to him and sharing his small joys.

The film continues, with the sound effects of battle echoing in the living room, interspersed with the soft, intermittent chatter of Tongtong, her great-grandfather, and her grandparents.

As she looked, He Wanqing's eyelids gradually grew heavy.

After two consecutive days of running around, worrying, and taking care of others, exhaustion finally overwhelmed me.

Her head rested completely on Mo Ye's shoulder without her realizing it, and her breathing became even and long.

Mo Ye felt the weight on his shoulder, turned his head and saw that she had fallen asleep.

Under the warm yellow light, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, making her usually bright and dazzling face appear exceptionally serene and gentle.

Only the faint dark circles under her eyes silently spoke of her exhaustion.

Mo Ye's heart suddenly softened and ached.

He carefully muted the tablet, then gently adjusted his position, putting one hand around her shoulder and the other under her legs. He took a deep breath and steadily lifted her up in his arms.

He Wanqing murmured unconsciously in her sleep, instinctively snuggling her head closer to the warmth of his embrace, but did not wake up.

Mo Ye carried her, his steps extremely light, steadily making his way up to the second floor.

With each step, I could feel the weakness in my body after the illness and the dull pain in my abdomen, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped out on my forehead.

But his arm around her remained as steady as a rock.

Entering the master bedroom, he gently placed her on the soft bed, pulled the blanket over her carefully, and gently brushed away a few stray hairs from her cheek.

After doing all this, he straightened up, let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but chuckle bitterly to himself, "Getting sick... has left me this weak..."

Just as Mo Ye quietly went downstairs, Tongtong and her great-grandfather, grandfather, and grandmother, who were "looking at each other across the screen," also ended their first round of heartwarming and adorable video calls.

The little girl, clutching a phone that was still a bit too big for her, "flew" to Mo Ye like a happy little bird, her face flushed with excitement.

"Daddy, Daddy! Great-Grandpa, and Grandma and Grandpa said they're going to buy Tongtong lots and lots of gifts! Tongtong loves them!"

She gestured animatedly, indicating the name:

"My great-grandfather said... he's going to buy me a little white horse! The kind that can run! Hehehe~"

She smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared, as if she could already see herself riding a pony with great pride.

"Grandpa and Grandma also said they bought lots and lots of other gifts!"

Mo Ye was taken aback.

Little white horse?

Live?

He crouched down, looked directly into his daughter's bright eyes, and confirmed:

"Tongtong really likes the gifts that Great-Grandpa and Grandpa and Grandma prepared, right?"

"Mmm! I love it!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, her little head almost leaving an afterimage.

Then, she reached out her chubby little hand and tugged at Mo Ye's sleeve, asking with a slightly anxious look:

"Daddy, when are we going to Grandpa and Grandma's house? Tongtong wants to see the little white horse and lots of presents soon!"

Looking at her eager expression, as if she couldn't wait to pack up and leave, Mo Ye felt both amused and warmed, while also subtly "seeing through" the elders' "sugar-coated bullets"—

This is clearly a way of winning over the little one's heart with gifts beforehand, in case the little one doesn't want to go home!

He smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair: "It'll be soon. We'll go back during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday."

"Pinky promise!" Tongtong immediately stuck out her little finger.

"Pinky promise."

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Time slipped away quietly in anticipation, and before we knew it, it was the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

He Wanqing had already carefully prepared gifts for Mo Ye's family.

She is always thorough in her work, taking into account the preferences of every elder:

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