บท 939: Eight Lifetimes of Bad Luck

Mo Boyuan really wanted to pull that brat over and give him a good spanking:

"I said I didn't drink, so I didn't drink. Mo Zhining, are you asking for a beating?"

UH UH

Instantly, the little boy hid behind his mom:

"Dad, you're getting angry out of humiliation!"He still didn't forget to provoke him.

Jiang Tingxu actually believed what that person just said. After all, this man didn't seem to have lied to her at all.

There might have been, but she hadn't noticed it so far.

She squatted down and rubbed her son's little face:

"Alright, it's time to wash up. Stop fooling around."

Only then did the little boy obediently follow Auntie to take a bath:

"Mom, Ningning will be done soon."

"Okay!"

Finally, the little guy finally went upstairs. Mo Boyuan looked at the woman in front of him with an aggrieved expression: