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

Tongtong nestled in the corner of the sofa, holding her phone and making video calls.

Mo Weiguo smiled broadly on the other side of the camera, his face full of wrinkles, while Zhang Xiuying leaned forward as if she wanted to crawl into the screen.

Mo Chashan was behind, craning his neck with a gentle smile on his face.

Jiang Hui held up her phone, grinning from ear to ear. The camera panned, revealing Mo Yunqi, who was below the lens, desperately trying to squeeze into the frame, but only half of his head was visible.

"Tongtong, your brother is here too! Your brother misses you so much!" Mo Yunqi's voice came from the screen, tinged with a hint of grievance.

When Tongtong heard Mo Yunqi's voice, her eyes lit up, and she clapped her little hands on the screen: "Brother, I missed you too~"

When the elders heard Tongtong say this, they quickly made way for Mo Yunqi, giving him three seconds of space.

Mo Yunqi had barely shown his entire face and hadn't even had a chance to speak when Jiang Hui took his phone back.

Mo Yunqi opened his mouth, then closed it again, silently trying to continue showing himself.

Jiang Hui asked with a smile, "Is Tongtong happy lately?"

Tongtong curled herself into a small ball, sinking into the sofa, her little feet dangling:

"Tongtong is having a great time! It's just that her mom is such a jerk, always trying to steal her dad away from her~"

She wrinkled her little nose, lowered her voice, as if she were talking about some huge secret.

"Those two must have been doing something shady behind Tongtong's back! Daddy's really afraid of Mommy now, and Tongtong saw it all!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing were leaning against each other on the sofa, applying face masks. Upon hearing this, they suddenly looked up, and their face masks almost fell off.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked at the little dumpling who was tattlering on her phone.

What does it mean to have done something shameful?

On the other end of the screen, several elders coughed simultaneously. Jiang Hui suppressed a laugh and said in a serious tone:

"Is Mom so mean? Bullying Tongtong?"

Tongtong pouted and nodded vigorously, waving her little fist in the air:

"Exactly! Mom was fighting with the little one over things, and even tried to take a hug from Daddy from Tongtong!"

He Wanqing's face was burning hot under the face mask.

This little dumpling actually tattled on me.

Jiang Hui's eyes darted around, and she smiled as she offered the bait: "Then Tongtong, let's go home, and Grandma will hold you."

Tongtong wrinkled her little nose and refused without even thinking: "Tongtong likes Daddy to hug her."

Jiang Hui silently made a mental note about Mo Ye.

But she wouldn't give up. To coax her granddaughter home, she was willing to do anything: "If Tongtong comes home, Grandma will let Daddy hold Tongtong more."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from the sofa: "Really? Grandma and Mommy said so!"

After saying that, she pointed her phone at He Wanqing without saying another word.

On the screen, Jiang Hui's smile froze slightly.

Off-screen, He Wanqing's movements also paused slightly.

An eerie silence fell between the two of them, separated by their phones; neither of them had expected the little kid to pull this stunt.

Jiang Hui coughed, breaking the silence first, her voice gentle and with a hint of negotiation:

"Wanqing, when you get home, let that brat Moye hold Tongtong a little longer in the morning. It'll be a bit of a hardship for you."

Of course, she hopes her son and daughter-in-law have a good relationship, but children need to be coaxed when necessary.

He Wanqing peeled off the face mask. She knew what Jiang Hui meant, and nodded seriously, her voice not loud but clear: "I will, Auntie."

The two of them tacitly agreed to appease the little dumpling first.

When Tongtong heard her mother agree, she jumped up from the sofa with joy, clapping her chubby little hands loudly: "Yay!"

She felt like the smartest kid in the world, strutting around with pride.

After chatting for a while, Tongtong said goodbye to her great-grandparents and grandparents, and hung up the phone.

He Wanqing smiled and took the phone from Tongtong's hand, placed it on the coffee table, and then reached out to scoop the little dumpling who was trying to slip away into her arms.

Tongtong sat on her mother's lap, a round little bundle, timidly shrinking her neck, revealing a few tiny teeth, and smiling ingratiatingly:

"Mommy, is something wrong? If not, just put Tongtong down~ Tongtong can sit by herself."

He Wanqing gently patted her head, her fingers slowly running through her hair, her tone neither too soft nor too hard: "So you've learned to tattle now, huh?"

Tongtong wrinkled her little nose and confidently quoted her mother: "Mom said that children shouldn't lie! Tongtong and Grandma are telling the truth."

He Wanqing was taken aback, then reached out and pinched her little chubby cheek: "Doesn't Daddy hold you enough?"

Tongtong chuckled, then rubbed her chubby little hands together shyly, her face slightly flushed.

"Tongtong likes to be held by her dad. It's very comfortable for Tongtong to be held by her dad."

He Wanqing nodded to herself, "I also feel very comfortable."

But she remained calm and expressionless, saying, "If you like it, I like it too."

Tongtong frowned, thought seriously about the difficult problem, and then spoke in a very serious tone:

"But there's only one dad! Mom, why don't you find another husband and give Dad to Tongtong?"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both coughed violently at the same time, almost choking on their own saliva.

Where did this little one learn all this nonsense?

He Wanqing gently tapped her head, her tone becoming serious: "You can't say things like that, do you understand?"

Mo Ye also removed the face mask from his face, looking at Tong Tong with an unusually serious expression.

Tongtong knew she had made a mistake, so she lowered her head, twisted her chubby little hands together, and said in a soft voice, "Tongtong was wrong~"

The two men felt a pang of sympathy when they saw her pitiful little face.

Mo Ye reached out and took her from He Wanqing's arms, letting her sit on his lap. He gently patted her back and said, "Daddy will hug Tongtong more often, okay?"

Tongtong clutched Mo Ye's clothes with her chubby little hands, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Daddy, Mommy, I'm sorry~"

Mo Ye patted her little head and said gently, "It's okay, Tongtong is the best girl."

Looking at her daughter nestled in Mo Ye's arms, He Wanqing suddenly realized that she might have been frightening her.

She was, after all, just a three-year-old child. She was simple-minded and wanted what she liked without much fuss.

She reached out and gently touched Tongtong's little face: "Mommy also apologizes to Tongtong. I'm sorry, Tongtong."

Tongtong lifted her head from Mo Ye's arms and gave He Wanqing's hand a sweet kiss, a sweet smile spreading across her little face: "Tongtong loves Mommy!"

He Wanqing smiled slightly, feeling a warmth in her heart, and was about to say something.

Tongtong added, "But Tongtong likes Daddy a little more."

He Wanqing felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest.

This father and daughter are exactly the same; before their words can even warm your heart, they start pouring cold water on you.

She stared expressionlessly at the little dumpling who had shrunk back into Mo Ye's arms, deciding to let it go for the time being...