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

"You two..." Mo Ye lowered his voice.

"Shouldn't you do some handicrafts in the evening in moderation? You're practically a dried-up corpse."

Shen Qing rolled her eyes at him listlessly: "Get lost... You're the only one in my heart, Mo Ye~"

The deliberately drawn-out, greasy tone made Mo Ye shudder, and he quickly moved to the side.

"Get out of here! Speak like a human being! What have you two been doing?"

Wang Jie took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and said in a hoarse voice:

"What else can we do... make toys, of course. The orders are piling up, and we've been working two all-nighters."

Mo Ye suddenly realized what was going on, and looking at the two of them in their "near-death" state, he felt both amused and helpless:

"Even if you're taking orders, you still need to rest. You can never earn all the money in the world."

"You have no idea!" Shen Qing suddenly perked up, her eyes shining, and grabbed Mo Ye's arm:

"Do you know how much we've earned these past few days?"

He held up three fingers, his voice low but unable to hide his excitement: "This number!"

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow: "Three thousand?"

"Thirty thousand!"

Wang Jie picked up the conversation, equally excited:

This is just the beginning!

There's a long queue behind them!

Do you know what this means?

Even a robbery couldn't have happened this fast!

The two excitedly took out their phones and transferred 10,000 yuan to Mo Ye without saying a word.

Mo Ye was taken aback:

"What are you doing? You were the ones who accepted the order, and you were the ones who did the work..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Shen Qing interrupted him.

"The idea is yours, the AI ​​program is yours, and Tongtong is even the 'brand ambassador'! If you consider us brothers, don't refuse."

Wang Jie nodded: "If you don't accept it, we'll lie here and pretend to be dead, and say you're bullying a weak child."

Seeing their shameless "you dare refuse us, we'll make a scene" attitude, Mo Ye had no choice but to swallow back the words he was about to say and smiled helplessly: "Alright, thanks."

Satisfied, the two slumped back into their chairs. Suddenly, Shen Qing's gaze fell on Tongtong in Mo Ye's arms, and her eyes lit up again.

"Come on, give Uncle Shen Qing a kiss~" He reached out to pinch Tongtong's cheek.

Tongtong turned her head away and angrily slapped his hand away: "No way! Your hands are dirty!"

"Oh my, little nose has quite a temper." Shen Qing laughed, teasing her on purpose.

Tongtong hates being called "Little Nose," and immediately gets angry:

"I'm not Little Nose! I'm Tongtong! Humph! I'm ignoring you!"

She turned around and buried her face in Mo Ye's neck, leaving Shen Qing with only a puffed-up back of her head.

Mo Ye shielded his daughter and gave Shen Qing a cool glance: "Get lost, don't mess with my daughter."

Shen Qing looked aggrieved: "Mo Ye, you stingy guy! What's wrong with giving me a kiss! I watched Tongtong grow up too!"

"Watching them grow up?" Mo Ye sneered.

"You've only known her for a few days? If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll take a picture of you two dying from overwork right now and post it in the group chat!"

Shen Qing immediately deflated.

Mo Ye took two gift boxes out of his bag and tossed them to them: "This is a token of Tongtong's appreciation, please accept it."

The two took the boxes and opened them to take a look—Shen Qing's was a custom mechanical keyboard he had been talking about for a long time, while Wang Jie's was a miniature sensor kit that he had been researching recently.

"This..." Wang Jie was stunned for a moment, "How did Tongtong know I wanted this?"

Mo Ye said calmly, "I chose it, and Tongtong paid for it—from her piggy bank."

Actually, he paid for it himself, but saying that makes the gift seem more precious.

Sure enough, Shen Qing and Wang Jie were so moved by the gifts that they almost burst into tears.

"This is the first time I've ever received a gift from a girl..." Shen Qing sniffed, pretending to be exaggerated.

Wang Jie pushed up his glasses and nodded: "Although this girl is only three years old."

Mo Ye, unable to bear it any longer, lightly kicked Shen Qing: "Get lost, stop acting."

After a few laughs and banter, Shen Qing and Wang Jie couldn't hold on any longer. They tilted their heads, slumped onto the table, and instantly fell asleep, soon emitting soft snores.

Mo Ye shook his head and hugged Tongtong closer.

The little one had fallen asleep sometime earlier, his little mouth slightly open, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, sleeping soundly.

Sunlight streamed through the classroom window, falling on the two similar sleeping faces, one large and one small.

Mo Ye looked at his daughter's peaceful sleeping face in his arms, then glanced at his two brothers sleeping soundly beside him, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Such days are busy, lively, and full of trivial troubles, but they are also down-to-earth, warm, and sparkling with subtle light.

And the little one in his arms is the center of all that light.

The professor's voice on the podium seemed to fade into the distance. Mo Ye gently adjusted his position to make Tongtong more comfortable, his gaze tenderly falling on her little face.

When the bell rang, a commotion of people packing up their things filled the classroom.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie climbed up from their desks, rubbing their sleepy eyes, their faces still bearing red marks from the pressure.

Upon hearing that Mo Ye was going to take Tongtong to see Professor Chen, the two immediately shook their heads vigorously.

"No, no! My legs go weak just looking at Old Chen!" Shen Qing waved her hands repeatedly, looking like she was still shaken.

"He caught me skipping class three times last semester, and I almost failed!"

Wang Jie also adjusted his glasses and analyzed the situation rationally:

"Professor Chen is working on that new neural network project, and he'll definitely try to recruit us. In our current state, going there would be suicide."

Looking at the dark circles under their eyes and their haggard faces, Mo Ye also felt that it made sense.

He patted Shen Qing on the shoulder:

"Okay, then you guys hurry back to your dorms and catch up on your sleep. You can never earn all the money in the world, so don't really work yourself to death."

"Okay, okay, Mom Mo," Shen Qing replied with a grin, then said seriously:

"But Lao Mo, we really need you to handle the AI ​​part of those orders. Let's talk about it in detail after we wake up."

Wang Jie nodded in agreement: "Some parents specifically request 'the same interactive experience as Tongtong's,' so your program is the core competitive advantage."

"Don't worry, I remember." Mo Ye smiled. "Go back now, watch where you're going, don't bump into a tree."

The two then staggered out of the classroom, their backs showing a sense of exhaustion as if they had survived a disaster.

Mo Ye shook his head, turned around and picked up Tongtong, who had already woken up and was rubbing her eyes.

The little one slept with rosy cheeks, a slightly messy head of hair, and a tuft of hair sticking up, looking innocent and adorable.

"Daddy..." she called softly, her little head resting on Mo Ye's shoulder, not yet fully awake.

"Wake up, you little sleepyhead." Mo Ye gently pinched the tip of her nose:

"We're going to see Grandpa Chen. Isn't Tongtong going to give him a present?"

Upon hearing the word "gift," Tongtong immediately perked up.

She blinked her big eyes and peeked out from her father's arms: "Yes! Tongtong is going to give Grandpa Chen a cake and a pen!"

"It's mango pomelo sago," Mo Ye corrected with a smile, holding his daughter in one arm and carrying the bag of mango pomelo sago in the other, as he walked towards Professor Chen's office...