Little Tuan Zi raised his eyebrows and retorted, “Little sister’s chopsticks have magic. Even the most disgusting dishes can become delicious. Besides, it’s shameful to waste food. I’m helping you not to waste it! Do you understand?”
Gong Jue:”...”
Damn it, I’ve lived for twenty-eight years, and today I was actually taught a lesson by my son.
Hey, Hey, Hey, Gong Ting, you little bastard, tell me clearly... !
However, Little Tuan Zi had already turned his gaze to Gu Qiqi. His childish voice was begging to be caressed and fed. How could he have the time to chat with him.
Gong Jue watched helplessly as the food that he had painstakingly prepared for the entire day turned into delicious food that his own son and stupid woman were feeding each other. He was extremely depressed.
He had always been the one who abused the dog. Why was his own son stuffing a mouthful of dog food into Gu Qiqi’s mouth today?
