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

Tongtong paused for a moment, a look of confusion appearing on her little face. She scratched her head and said in her childish voice:

"Grandpa Chen, why are so many people asking Tongtong what color burlap sack she likes?"

She counted on her fingers:

"The older kids in the classroom asked too, and Grandpa Chen asked too... but Tongtong doesn't like burlap sacks."

"What does Tongtong like?" Professor Chen asked with a smile.

"Tongtong loves cats! She loves dogs! She loves bunnies!" Tongtong's eyes lit up as she listed them off as if they were her most cherished possessions.

Professor Chen readily accepted good advice:

"Does Tongtong like that burlap sack with cat and dog patterns?"

Tongtong thought for a moment and decided that the burlap sack printed with cute little animals seemed pretty good, so she nodded her little head and said, "I like it!"

Mo Ye, who was drinking water nearby, coughed.

He choked on the water, coughed violently, and alarm bells rang in his mind:

Oh no, my daughter's safety awareness is so weak!

It seems I'll have to give her a proper safety lesson when I get back.

The topic is "What should you do when a stranger asks you what kind of burlap sack you like?"

Professor Chen looked at Tongtong's innocent nod, then at Mo Ye's embarrassed look after choking, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing enough, he patted Tongtong's head and said, half-jokingly:

"How about Tongtong goes home with Grandpa Chen?"

Grandpa's house has a big yard; you can keep cats and dogs there.

Tongtong bit her little finger, thought seriously for a few seconds, and then shook her head:

"No, Grandpa Chen, Tongtong still needs to go see Uncle Fatty and Aunt Qianyue! Tongtong promised to give them presents!"

She pointed to the remaining mango pomelo sago, graphics card, and badminton shuttlecock on the table:

"This is for Aunt Qianyue, and this is for Uncle Little Fatty. Tongtong can't go back on her word!"

Professor Chen was amused by the little girl's earnest "I can't break my promise," and the frustration he had felt over his grandson dissipated considerably.

He was just joking; he certainly wouldn't actually "kidnap" Tongtong.

After chatting for a while and asking about Tongtong's fun experiences at kindergarten, Professor Chen reluctantly let her go.

Before leaving, he pulled Mo Ye aside and repeatedly gave him instructions:

"I'll bring Tongtong here to play often from now on!"

My office is always open to anyone!

Mo Ye replied "definitely, definitely" while carrying Tongtong and "escaping" out of the office.

Stepping out of the laboratory building, the sun was shining brightly.

Tongtong leaned on her father's shoulder and waved vigorously at Grandpa Chen, who was still waving from the third-floor window.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Chen! Tongtong, come again next time!"

Professor Chen stood by the window, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, disappear into the distance below, a gentle smile on his face.

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After leaving Professor Chen's office, Mo Ye took out his phone and sent a message to Pang Siyi: "Where are you?"

He didn't ask Su Qianyue—those two were most likely together.

Sure enough, Pang Siyi replied quickly:

"The stadium. Old Mo, you're here? Where's Tongtong?"

Mo Ye smiled, put away his phone, and carried Tongtong toward the gymnasium.

The gymnasium at S University is also very lively on weekends, with people using the basketball courts, badminton courts, and table tennis tables.

Mo Ye arrived at the badminton hall with practiced ease, and as soon as he entered, he saw a familiar figure—

Pang Siyi squatted in a corner of the audience, holding a bouquet of... yellow roses in her arms.

He kept his head down, radiating a sense of dejection, like a cabbage that had been wilted by frost.

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow, took Tongtong's hand, and walked over, gently patting Pang Siyi's shoulder:

"What happened? Did Asatsuki torture you?"

Pang Siyi raised his head, revealing a mournful face. He wasn't exactly thin to begin with, and now with his drooping eyebrows and pouting lips, he looked even more simple and pitiful.

"Old Mo..." His voice was trembling with tears, "Qian Yue and I... are having a cold war."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up.

He patted his pockets—it was a pity he didn't bring any sunflower seeds, otherwise this would have been the perfect time to enjoy some.

"Tell me quickly, what happened?" Mo Ye sat down next to Pang Siyi, put Tongtong on his lap, and looked ready to listen to the story.

Pang Siyi scratched his head, looking troubled.

Three days ago, Asatsuki suddenly told me that she didn't want to be friends with me anymore.

Mo Ye: "Oh?"

Pang Siyi continued:

"I panicked as soon as I heard that! I asked her: 'Do you want to be my enemy?'"

Mo Ye: "...And then?"

Pang Siyi looked aggrieved:

"Then she punched me!" he pointed to his shoulder. "Here! It still hurts!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his little mouth chattering incessantly, full of lingering resentment:

"Old Mo, tell me, what did I say wrong?"

If she doesn't want to be friends, then isn't that being an enemy?

My logic is correct!

Mo Ye: "..."

He remained silent for a full five seconds.

Then, he silently raised his hand and covered his face.

My shoulders started to tremble slightly.

Pang Siyi was still there complaining:

"He left right after hitting me, and hasn't really talked to me for the past three days. He only replies to my messages with one or two words..."

"Old Mexican, what should I do?"

Mo Ye lowered her hand, her face still flushed from trying to suppress a laugh.

He looked at Pang Siyi's face, which was filled with "I'm really confused," took a deep breath, and told himself to stay calm. This was his brother; he couldn't laugh too obviously.

But before he could speak, Tongtong, who was on his lap, spoke first.

The little guy tilted his head back, looking at Pang Siyi with his big, dark eyes full of seriousness, and said in a childish voice:

"Uncle Fatty, the teacher said that if you do something wrong, you should apologize! Apologizing will make everything alright!"

Pang Siyi was taken aback, then looked down at Tongtong: "Apologize? But I didn't do anything wrong..."

"puff--"

Mo Ye finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He laughed and shook his head, feeling that his worldview had been shaken.

No wonder these two have known each other for so many years and have such a close relationship, yet they've never broken through that barrier—the problem has been found!

That's the root of the problem!

What a goofball!

Mo Ye laughed for a while before he could finally calm down.

He looked at Pang Siyi and decided to be direct: "Little Fatty, I have a question for you."

"What?"

Do you like Asatsuki?

Pang Siyi's face flushed red, his eyes darted around, and he stammered:

"Old Mo, why are you asking so bluntly..."

He muttered to himself, "Do people with wives all become thick-skinned...?"

Despite his grumbling, he nodded, his voice barely audible: "...I like it."

"Then why not chase after them?" Mo Ye asked, getting straight to the point.

Pang Siyi lowered her head, looking at her round belly, her voice even softer, tinged with obvious inferiority:

I'm afraid...she won't like me like this.

........