In the future, my mommy is your mommy.

As she watched the man make dinner expertly, Pei Ge felt moved.

"You're back. Bring the kids out to play." Ji Ziming told her softly as he looked at her tenderly.

She only returned to herself when she heard him say that.

"Okay."

She nodded before leading the three kids out of the kitchen.

The kitchen was, after all, rather small, and with all the oil and fire, it was also not a safe place for children.

She played with the three little guys after leading them out.

Perhaps because she had just seen Qiao Jingyun earlier, her attention was mostly on Ji Chi.

However, the more she looked at him, the more she liked that this boy only resembled his father and not his mother!

In theory, some aspects of the child should resemble the mother no matter how much he resembled his father, even if it was just a bit.

As for this kid, he did not resemble his mother at all.

Conversely, he resembled her two kids in some areas.