Bang!
The door closed.
Sensing something, the little guy quickly retreated and widened the gap with a whoosh. He stared at his father:
"You can't beat up Ningning casually anymore. Ningning isn't a child anymore."
The veins on Mo Boyuan's forehead throbbed a few times as he said coldly,
"Oh? I didn't know that you were so self-aware."
You even know that you are about to get beaten up!
He trembled and gulped in fear.
Mo Boyuan chuckled and brought in the takeout he had just received.
As for a certain brat, he followed obediently:
"Dad, are you angry?"
"No!"
Indeed, he wasn't angry. The Move King Mo wasn't so petty. However, his intention to beat up this brat was absolutely true!
"Really?" He was very suspicious. No matter how he looked at his father's expression, it didn't seem like he wasn't angry, right?
He placed the bag on the table and stared at his son in front of him:
