บท 113: 076: Bullying Trash, Eating Hot Pot_2

Zheng Xianjing's words were clearly ingratiating, Mo Qishen glanced up at her.

Catching Mo Qishen's gaze, Zheng Xianjing immediately lowered her head shyly.

He noticed her.

Mo Qishen finally noticed her.

Zheng Xianjing's heart pounded like it had been bumped by a little deer.

Do something big?

What big thing could Mo Qishen do?

Although she knew her son couldn't do anything significant, Old Lady Mo felt somewhat comforted. Holding Mo Qishen's hand, she said, "My sixth son, promise your mother not to do anything foolish. Be good, understand?"

Mo Qishen nodded and wiped away his mother's tears. He smiled and said, "I know, Mom. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself."

For some reason, the more Old Lady Mo saw Mo Qishen smiling, the more her heart ached.

This child was too pitiful; he was still smiling when things were so dire.

"Go, don't worry about your mother, I will take care of the house," Mo Fuhai patted Mo Qishen's shoulder.