Bab 128: As Black as A Gas Tank

Jiang Cong was completely exhausted after taking the little one to the amusement park and played the whole day.

Still, the little one was happily skipping around and showing no signs of tiring. "Uncle Cong, where should we go next?"

Downing half a bottle of mineral water in one gulp, Jiang Cong brushed of his sweat and panted, "Let's… let's go home, Young Master…"

How did the brat still have so much energy? Jiang Cong himself felt like he could die from fatigue.

Marriage is horror, having children even more so.

He felt sorry for President Li then.

It's not easy being a father!

Meanwhile, the little one put his arms on his hips. "I'm not going home. I still want to ride a horsey!"

Jiang Cong scowled miserably. "Mercy, bro…"

"No!" The little one pouted, bursting into tears almost immediately. "Boo-hoo… I want to play! I just want to pay! Boo-hoo… I don't care, I don't care!"

His cries immediately drew an upset crowd.