Jiang Jincheng wore a deadpan expression as he watched the two of them.
Jiang Qingying glared at her husband, although her look hardly carried any deterrence.
"No one is bullying me, I'm video chatting with my son."
Frake almost saw his son the moment she finished speaking.
Then excitement spread across his handsome face.
"My dear, it's you, I'm so sorry I didn't see you right away, now it looks like your mom was moved to tears just now."
The dad said he was sorry, but his gaze was tenderly fixed on the woman in his arms.
Jiang Jincheng uttered a slow "oh," accustomed to it by now.
"Really? Then should I come back and have a proper reunion with you guys?"
"No, no, no, dear, you're doing just fine at your grandma's, don't come back yet, your mom and I haven't had enough of our alone time."
That was a pretty blunt rejection.