"Can you do it now?" He asked.
Jiang Tingxu was made to sit down by him, but she did not say anything else.
The little boy pounced straight at her:
"Heeheehee, Mom, Mom."
He was so excited that he could not control his strength. Jiang Tingxu was almost pushed to the ground by her son.
Fortunately, he quickly held her up at the right moment.
"Mo Zhining!"
The little boy did not know why his father's face suddenly turned black. He shivered and said,
"Mom, dad is yelling at Ningning again!"
Huh, what was this?
The pot calling the kettle black?
Jiang Tingxu had already adjusted her sitting posture. She hugged the little boy in her arms and looked at the man:
"Don't yell at my son!"
Mo Boyuan looked at him angrily. At the same time, he snorted coldly:
"I don't even know who I'm doing this for?
Treating my goodwill as ill-intent"
