Mo Boyuan removed his jacket, handed it to the butler, then scanned the surroundings.
The little guy then looked up. His eyes were exactly the same as his father's, and his eyeballs rolled around inside his head before he suddenly asked, "Dad, are you looking for that woman?"
'Hmph, don't think that I didn't notice!'
His father's earlier look clearly suggested that he was looking for someone.
Mo Boyuan stared coldly at the little guy at his feet.
"Who is this woman you're talking about?"
The little guy was still a little confused, and after a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Jiang Tingxu."
The man rubbed the top of his son's soft head. "Remember. She's your mother! And also, is that all you do every day? Gossip about these things? Looks like you have quite a lot of spare time on your hands. Do you need me to find a home tutor for you?"
