Do You Still Think I’m Old?

The weather in Mo City was getting colder and colder by day.

Outside the window, snowflakes drifted in the air.

Recently, the butler had been sending and picking Xie Yumu up from the kindergarten. Xu Youyou was worried Xie Yumu would be bored at home so they thought it was best to let him return to the kindergarten.

When Xu Youyou went downstairs, she saw Mo Shenbai and Xie Yumu were already sitting at the dining table. One was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper while the other was slowly drinking milk. It was a rather harmonious scene.

When Xie Yumu saw Xu Youyou, he called out in a crisp voice, "Good morning, Godmother."

Mo Shenbai raised his head immediately. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Bai. Good morning, Mumu," Xu Youyou said as she walked over to the dining table with light steps.