Gu Mochen: "..."
Old ginger is indeed spicier.
To be with that Qin Jin kid, Tang Bao is definitely going to protect the shoes in her hand at all costs.
Gu Mochen squinted his sharp eyes and then his thin lips curved as he said, "Alright... So what about Cubao, Dad, how did you do it?"
"Oh, I put some milk powder on the packaging bag, so Little Cubao thinks it's a bottle, he definitely won't easily let it go."
Gu Mochen: "..."
He's truly a dear father-in-law, treating him so well.
Gu Mochen squeezed out a smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at Jian Anguo, and nodded amidst everyone's light laughter.
"Alright, thank you, Dad..."
"The set time is 3 minutes, I'll start the countdown now..."
Gu Mochen: "..."
Alright then...
...
Jian Ran watched from the side, extremely worried, that old ginger is indeed spicier; getting the red high heels from the small hands of his precious daughter and son wasn't going to be easy for Gu Mochen.
