Bab 45: He Did Not Bring Luggage

Ji Weixi's face went crimson.

Dear boy, why are you having a wet dream?

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling tapped Ji Jiayu on his little nose and flashed a menacing smile. "Well, I'd really hit you if you really try to stop us wrestling."

The tot hurriedly shrank into Ji Weixi's arms, pouting and about to cry. "Mommy… boo-hoo…"

"Don't scare him," Ji Weixi snarled at Li Shaoling. "He's still a child!"

Him, 'wrestling' with her? He must be dreaming.

'There's also someone else here… ah, I want to die.'

Li Shaoling then glared at the little one who was tunneling between Ji Weixi's chest, snorting coldly as envy boiled in him. "He's not three-years-old."

"No, but he's still four."

Li Shaoling was speechless, even if that argument was sound.

On the other hand, Tian Miaomiao sat in a corner, sad and lonely as she watched the family of three mingle harmoniously.

Who was she?

Where was she?