At this time, there was a movement outside. Luo Luo came running over and curiously looked at the report in her hands. His soft and waxy voice said, "Mom, your script!"

  Qiao Moyu had taught Luo Luo before that the sheets of paper she carries around are collectively called a script; it could help her make money and buy good things for Little Luo. That was why the boy never touched his mother's things. If he finds them lying on the ground, he would help his mom by picking it up and returning it to her.

  At this time, Qiao Moyu shook her head and gently smiled at Luo Luo. "No, this isn't a script. It's an identification certificate."

  The little toddler obviously had no clue what a certificate was. He curiously looked to Qiao Moyu with his big eyes.

  After some thought, Qiao Moyu asked: "Luo Luo, have you ever wondered who your father is?"

  The boy nodded excitedly: "Luo Luo knows! Luo Luo has pictures!" With that, he left Qiao Moyu's arms and rushed to his room.

  Seeing the little figure jumping and running, Qiao Moyu couldn't help but laugh, but she was also curious as to what photos the boy was referring to.

  Soon, Luo Luo returned, his pudgy little hands holding a solid wooden frame. He happily handed the picture frame to her and earnestly said, "Did Mom forget? Mom said to Luo Luo that he's Luo Luo's dad!"

  When she received it, she wasn't surprised to see Xing Yichen's face. Qiao Moyu sighed. Just how deep was the original host's obsession with Xing Yichen?

  She pointed to the man in the picture and said, "Luo Luo, do you know that both adults and children can make mistakes? So mom made a mistake before by thinking this man is Luo Luo's father."

  The toddler's eyes clearly reflected Qiao Moyu's face. He realized that his mother was completely serious. After thinking about it, he asked, "Mom, if this uncle isn't Luo Luo's dad, who is Luo Luo's dad?"

  Qiao Moyu sighed as she replied, "Don't worry about it. Mom will help Luo Luo find his dad, so believe in me. Will you wait mom to find him?"

  Although he felt at a loss, the little boy nodded and buried his little face onto Qiao Moyu's lap: "Okay!"

  Soon, it was the weekend, which welcomed the premiere of a small-budget film.

  Because the release time was at noon, Qiao Moyu took her props and readied herself to head out early in the morning.

  Behind her, Luo Luo held on to her leg after seeing that she was about to leave: "Mom, today is the weekend. Luo Luo wants to go with mom!"

  Qiao Moyu squatted down and gazed at the little boy: "Baobei, mom is going to work. Wait for mom to earn some money at work so I can buy some good things for Luo Luo, okay?"

  The toddler lowered his long lashes, his lips puckering.

  When Qiao Moyu saw this, she quickly picked him up and asked: "Is Luo Luo sad?"

  The boy's eyes stung when he heard her words. He blinked his big eyes as large tear drops trickled down.

  Qiao Moyu's heart ached and she hurriedly coaxed him: "Luo Luo, don't cry. You can go together with nanny to the park, okay?"

  The little toddler shook his head: "My neighbors always go out with their moms and dads on the weekends. Luo Luo only has mom…Luo Luo wants to go with mom out on the weekends! Mom said Luo Luo can say anything he wants…"

  His tears fell more profusely as he spoke.

  Feeling distressed, Qiao Moyu still replied: "Mom has to go to work…otherwise, we can't pay back our credit cards."

  But the toddler was more insistent on sticking to her today: "Can mom bring Luo Luo to work? Luo Luo will be good, he won't do anything bad!"

  Qiao Moyu was helpless. After a pause, she relented: "Okay, but Luo Luo has to change his clothes!"

  "Okay! The toddler quickly agreed with a bright smile.