章節 772: Rare Warmth

The father and son did not care about each other. The little boy climbed onto the bed and lay on the pillow with his back facing his father.

Mo Boyuan did not even blink. He quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table and placed them in the pot before taking them out of the room to the kitchen.

However, when he was about to start washing the dishes, Mo Boyuan stood in front of the sink with his eyebrows almost knitted together.

The tap water was flowing out, and soon, the pot was about to be filled.

He turned off the tap and turned around:

"How do you want to wash it?"

The two cameramen who were following him were suddenly asked and they were stunned. When they reacted, one of them replied,

"Brother Mo, you've taken a little too much water. Furthermore, you have to take out all the bowls and chopsticks in the pot first."