Gong Tianhao saw that Xiao Lingyu's tone had softened. He looked at his son for a while and said with a smile, "Honey, don't be angry. Anger hurts the body. How about this? I'll talk to our son first. It's easier for men to talk to men, isn't it, son?"
Xiao Letong's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement, "Yes." From the moment he was born, his father knew his real identity, so it was more convenient for the two of them to communicate.
"..." Xiao Lingyu nodded and said, "Okay, you two have a good exchange."
When Gong Tianhao and Xiao Letong went to the study, Xiao Lingyu stared at Xiao Ling with a burning gaze.
She might not be able to get anything out of her son, but she should be able to get something out of Xiao Ling.
Xiao Lingyu waved at Xiao Ling with a smile on her face.
However, this smile looked a little creepy to Xiao Ling.
