"Stop! Mo Zhining, stop!"
Huh?
The small guy who was charging forward like a small cannonball suddenly stopped and looked up at his father in confusion.
Mo Boyuan took two steps back in disgust and said,
"Don't come near me!"
The dirty child Ningning pouted,
"Dad, Ningning misses you."
Mo Boyuan's face twitched.
"Where's your great-grandfather?" He asked.
The little guy pointed to the back.
"Great-grandfather is fishing."
Fishing was one of the great hobbies of the old master. So he dug a fish pond in his backyard.
"Dad, when did you come back?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
When did I come back? Do I have to report to you, a little brat?
The little clay doll had secretly approached Mo Boyuan and suddenly pounced on him.
"Daddy, hug!"
A pendant suddenly appeared on Mo Boyuan's leg.
