By the time they got back into the house, Qingran was climbing down the stairs. She had a hand on her stomach with a scrunched up face.
"I'm so hungry," Qingran whined.
"We were about to eat, come join us." Zhihao spread his hands out and motioned for her to come closer.
Qingran excitedly ran down the stairs and into Zhihao's awaiting arms.
*
"This is so delicious," Zhihao gave Xueyan a thumbs up. "You're just as good as grandma."
"I agree," Qingran grinned at Zhihao. "Mommy now has money, I can eat all the delicious food I want... She promised to buy me a lot of sweet things when she starts earning big money."
"Really?" Zhihao turned to Qingran.
"Yes,"
"What work does mommy do now?"
"Mommy is a big actress just like Uncle Xiujun... Right mommy?"
"Yes," Xueyan voice was hoarse from crying too much.
"Oh that's great." Zhihao commented. "I want to watch your movie."