Chapitre 901: I Don't Give My Wife Pocket Money?

As to sleepwalking, that was impossible. How could Mrs. Mo sleepwalk in broad daylight!

Soon, Mo Boyuan caught the main point from his mother's words, said:

"Mom, are you saying Mo Zhining, the brat, told you that I didn't give my wife any pocket money?"

Good, superb, excellent!

Although he didn't hear what his Dad said over the phone, the little boy quivered, and a chill ran down his spine.

Mrs. Mo didn't believe that her biological son was so stingy, she said:

"Ahem, okay, okay. Who said it doesn't matter.

Brat, if you dare to mistreat my daughter-in-law, your father and I will break your legs!"

On the phone, Mo Boyuan chuckled:

"Let Mo Zhining pick up the phone!"

Mrs. Mo handed the phone to her little grandson, but it scared him so much that he didn't even dare to reach out to pick it up. He put his hands behind his back.