Facing Zoey's gentleness, Evan would normally have already come over and acted like a spoiled child, but now, the little milk pudding was unmoved and even a bit reluctant.

Zoey had no intention of getting angry. Instead, she felt that he was cute.

Evan always had a sense of maturity beyond his age. He was so sensible that she always felt distressed and blamed herself. Now, he could be showing unhappiness like an ordinary child. Only then could she feel that the gap between mother and son was gradually narrowing.

Perhaps this was also one of the joys from raising babies?

Therefore, she was not in a hurry. She sat beside him and waited patiently.

"Mommy, you are not good at all."

Evan held it in for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't help but raise his small sulky face and fix his eyes on Zoey .

"Although... although Vanny was not friendly today and fought with other children, Mommy, you are also playing with that bad auntie!"

‘Bad auntie? Was he referring to Vivian?’

Zoey lowered her eyes and thought for a long time,

‘Vivian didn't do anything to Vanny either. Before she left, she even gave him the limited edition of flying chess. How did she become a bad auntie?’

"Vanny, you misunderstood. She is not a bad person. Aunt Vivian likes you very much..."

Before she finished speaking, Evan immediately interrupted, "No, the bad auntie has blue hair, and she has tattoos! Grandpa said that people with tattoos are not good people."

He said seriously, but it made Zoey laugh out loud.

From Vanny's point of view, Vivian did look like a bad girl.

"Mommy, did you get silly…?"

Evan covered Zoey's head with his tiny hands, and instead of being unhappy, he wrote worries on his face.

"What are you doing?"

When Wyatt pushed open the door, this was the scene that greeted him: Zoey laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up well. Two beautiful peach-color blushes covered her cheeks due to excitement, making her skin even more glittering and translucent. Evan, on the other hand, revealed a speechless expression that didn't match his age, gently touching Zoey's forehead.

"Mommy played with a bad auntie and even ate together. I only commented on it a little and she was laughing like this."

Wyatt frowned. He took two steps forward and raised Zoey's chin. He looked at her face carefully to make sure there were no signs of injury before he put his hand back into his pocket.

"What weird auntie? What is Vanny talking about?"

Zoey's laugh tears flowed down. Although she was interrupted by Wyatt's actions, her smile did not disappear. She was still panting slightly, and her cheeks and earlobes were covered in pink.

She looked up at Wyatt and said happily, "It's my best friend, Vivian. Vanny said she was the ‘bad auntie’."

Her eyes, which were already quick-witted, were especially alluring decorated with her gleaming teardrop and coupled with her chest that was slightly heaving as she panted...

Wyatt felt his throat tighten. He felt his throat go dry in an instant. He raised his hand and loosened his tie. He tried to turn his eyes away and coughed,

"Just this? Is it that funny?"

He had some impression of the name "Vivian". He seemed to have seen her from afar once, but it was five years ago. After that, this name was never mentioned again.

However, Zoey did not have to explain to him about that.

When he thought of this, his eyes dimmed and he cast a complicated glance at Zoey.

Did she really change so quickly?

"You didn't hear how Vanny described Vivian just now. It's so funny." Zoey did not notice the change in Wyatt's expression. Instead, she comforted Evan, "Vanny, Aunt Vivian is Mommy's best friend. You can't talk about her like that."