The boy, as soon as he came to her, had been trying to bring up his father from time to time. It seemed like this was blood. He said that he was standing on the side of his mommy. In his heart, he wanted to see Chunyu Chen that bastard every day.
"Good, you little brat. Let's see how I deal with you." Tong Wenya hugged Kiki and started to scratch his itch.
It had been a long time since she had been so intimate with her son. After her father passed away, Tong Wenya could not be happy. Thinking about it, adults' emotions should not be brought onto the child. She should spend more time with the child so that he would not miss her father every day.
Kiki chuckled. Tong Wenya was also affected by his laughter. The mother and son were in a mess for a moment.
Yan Yin, who was hiding in the dark, had a glimmer of light in his eyes. Then, he slowly approached them. The mother and son did not realize the danger at all.
"Mommy, stop scratching. Hehe. Keke..."