"Eh." Chu Wuyou squatted down and hugged Tang Zhixi in her arms. She kissed her face hard. It was her precious child, Zhixi, who was very understanding.
Tang Zhimo, who had walked to the door, stopped and turned around. He looked at Tang Zhixi and scolded in a low voice, "Idiot."
Only his idiot sister would fall for her mother's trick.
"Brother, are you calling me an idiot?" Tang Zhixi heard Tang Zhimo's words and raised her face to look at him. Her red lips curled up slightly.
"Other than you, who else is there?" Tang Zhimo saw Tang Zhixi tightly leaning into his mother's embrace and his lips pursed even tighter.
He suddenly felt like he was about to be abandoned.
Ye Lanchen said that he hated children and did not like children. His mother had gone to sleep with Ye Lanchen last night and did not care about him anymore.
