C879 Not at Ease

The chubby child smiled at Hai Qingqing.

Should she call? Hai Qingqing finally decided to text Mo Xiaojun.

Mo Xiaojun was holding his phone with his breakfast. Looking at the gift on his wrist that he will regret for the rest of his life, he frowned. It was almost 11 o'clock. Damn it, Yihan still hadn't eaten breakfast.

Right now, they could only eat breakfast and lunch together