"Honey, don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him!"
As he said that, he shot a threatening gaze at a certain little guy. His meaning was obvious.
Mo Zhining, you better be good. Otherwise, do not blame your father!
The little guy snorted twice. He was not afraid at all.
He continued to hug his mother's waist.
"Mommy!" He called out softly.
Jiang Tingxu's heart melted.
"Yes, good boy."
The little guy was not impatient when his mother rubbed his head. Instead, he enjoyed it very much. He was like a soft and obedient kitten.
"Mommy, Ningning doesn't want to leave you."
He immediately snuggled into Jiang Tingxu's arms and sniffed a few times.
Thinking that he would not see his mother for many days, the little guy was on the verge of tears.
Mo Boyuan gritted his teeth, but he did not have the guts to go up and drag the annoying brat away as usual.
*Cough*
He coughed.
