Mo Yaochenn arrogantly turned his handsome face away, refusing to speak. Tong Ran glanced at the little girl, ah, indeed it's hereditary…
Even the way they get angry is the same.
An awkward father and son pair.
Tong Ran leaned in to kiss her son's cheek, "Be good."
"Don't kiss me!" Mo Yaochenn pushed her face away with his hand, "Go kiss your Mo Nanjue! Hmph!"
"…"
So he was jealous…
Moo Huantong almost burst out laughing. Tong Ran was used to it anyway, so she let him sulk, "Huanhuan, where else do you want to go?"
It's been too long since she went out, and she's a bit unaccustomed.
Moo Huantong squinted her eyes; they were very beautiful. Although not as big as Tong Ran's, the curve at the corner was just perfect, "How about we go shopping at the mall? It's rare to go out."
