Chapter 114: Chapter 115 I Feel Like Throwing Up (3)

After much deliberation, he decided against the gifts that money could buy, finding them inappropriate; in the end, he chose to make her a piece of clothing personally.

He designed, patterned, cut, and crafted it himself... He didn't sleep at all that night.

Of course, no one knew about this except for Will.

The little guy grabbed his small backpack and stuffed the gift box into it, then raised his hand to pat his chest.

"Don't worry, I'll deliver it to Mommy for you."

Indeed, he was his son, much more sensible than that stinky woman.

Huangfu Jue smiled at him with a turn of his head.

"Thank you."

He was about to sit up straight when the little guy grabbed his arm.

"Don't move."

Huangfu Jue stopped and watched as the little guy stood up, held his face with one hand, and took a tissue with the other, carefully wiping away the cream that Gan Yuan had smeared on his face earlier.