After settling his younger siblings, mo Jingxing naturally hugged his little pillow and strode over to his mother's room with his short legs. He was ready to occupy the half of the bed that originally belonged to his father.
It was a sad story.
For as long as he could remember, Xiao Jing Xing had always been sleeping alone. Over time, he had gotten used to it. As a high IQ, cold-faced, Black-bellied child, he had always thought that other children were the same.
The incident happened one day when Xiao Jing Xing was three years old and was in kindergarten. He learned from a child that other children would sleep with their parents.
Xiao Jing Xing's attention was focused on the fragrant and soft 'mother'. As for the creature called' father', he wondered what it was.
Due to his father's possessiveness, he had taken his mother all by himself, so from then on, he had been on the path of " cheating his father " and never returned.