Seeing the two beautifully dressed men, they were about to go out.
Gong Jue was like a resentful wife. He sat at the dining table and poked the dessert with his fork, as if poking his heart. “You won’t come back for Dinner Tonight, right? Then I’ll chop up the Mandarin fish I bought and feed it to the dogs.”
Gu Qiqi blinked.
Before she could say anything, Little Tuan spoke first in a clear voice, “Daddy, you don’t have to chop it up and feed it to the dogs.”
Gong Jue:”...”
It seemed that his own son still had some conscience.
Could it be that he was planning to come back and have dinner with him?
However.
The next second!
Little Tuan: “Daddy, can’t you just chop it up and feed it to yourself?”
Gong Jue:”... !”
Damn Little Bastard, are you trying to turn the corner and call me a dog?
