Bab 730: Guilt

The cameraman's own kid was now in primary school.

From the moment the child was born until now, he had never done anything for the child. He had always been busy with work. When he was home, he would just lie down and let his wife take care of everything.

"Pu!"

"Rinse again."

"Okay."

The boy stretched out his small neck and took another mouthful of water. Then he suddenly got naughty and spat out the water at his father.

The water splashed all over Mo Boyuan's clothes and pants.

The culprit actually laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, dad, you're so silly. Why didn't you dodge?"

Mo Boyuan's eyes flashed. At first, he was indeed a little angry, but after hearing his son's laughter, his anger completely dissipated.

"How old are you? Still so childish?" But his words were not so gentle.

The little boy lifted four fingers.

"Not even four years old yet. Daddy, don't you know?"

"Come and wash face."