Chapter 70 (The Mischievous Little Fellow)

  Dad and Mom become fake adults

  "You little rascal, standing there with a sullen face! It's all your fault! You didn't listen and ran out alone, making my dad worry about you. I can forgive you for biting me, but why did Dad take it out on others?"

  Waaah!!! It's so unfair to our little one! This stupid mom is making us suffer, if we have the chance in the future, we must teach her a lesson.

  Being complained by the little guy, heaven knows how embarrassed Ling Xiang was, her heart beating rapidly, her face burning red with heat. This made Han Jingyu, who was standing on one side, feel a bit awkward.

  He bent down and picked up the child, pretending to be fierce and said: "Alright! Stop talking nonsense about me hitting you!", pinching the little guy's nose and teaching him a lesson, then turned around and walked towards his sports car.

  "Ouch! Daddy, do you have to pinch so hard?!" A little kid leaned against Han Jieyu's chest and rubbed against him, making Yin Jia pretend to cry but couldn't, and was pinched until he actually cried out.

  Alas! A certain woman shook her head and sighed, this father-son duo is really something! They insist on dazzlingly confusing Ling Xiang, I'm truly impressed to the point of prostration.

  "Hey! I'm telling you, stupid mommy, what are you still standing there for? Do you want my dad to come and carry you too?"

  Got on the bus and saw Ling Xiang standing still, unmoved. A certain mischievous little guy shouted loudly again.

  "Humph!!! Ling Xiang took a deep breath, furrowed her brow and glared at that arrogant little brat, stinky little Han Jie Xi. She was about to fly over and give him a good scolding. Feeling embarrassed, Ling Xiang still had no choice but to walk over to the two of them."

  Late at night, the evening wind gently swept up, rustling the surrounding leaves, and Han Jingyu's lips curled up with a beautiful arc. He started the car, turned it around, and sped towards the small villa they had passed by earlier.

  Not far away, on the bus, Morin's line of sight became so desolate and painful. The inexplicable melancholy that came out of his heart, was it because of what he saw just now? Why did he suddenly want to laugh, but couldn't laugh out loud? That feeling, it turned out to be extreme self-mockery, playful mockery of oneself.