After cleaning up her son, she simply wiped her face, hands, and neck. Fortunately, she had already showered at the hotel in the afternoon. She changed into her pajamas and was just lying down with her son under the blanket when a man casually returned.
"Mum, there's someone!"
The little boy was alerted by the movement even from under the blanket and quickly whispered into his mother's ear.
Cough.
Jiang Tingxu was familiar with the man's footsteps.
"Silly, it's your father," she said with a smile.
Oh?
Soon, the man's face appeared in front of him.
"Mo Zhining, you can't even recognize your father?"
The little boy pursed his lips.
"Father, don't talk nonsense."
I just did not recognize you through the tent!
Jiang Tingxu didn't want to hear the father and son arguing in the middle of the night.
"Alright, alright, Mo Boyuan, hurry up and wash up."
