Fu Xiaoyang stubbornly held onto his views, thick-skinned as he continued to climb onto Li Mo's lap. After succeeding, he hugged her neck and kissed her, whispering, "When I grow up, I'll get back at them for you!"
Hearing this, Li Mo knew just how ambitious he was. She snorted with laughter, looking at him hanging onto her arm with a cheeky grin, and let out a long sigh, feeling rather helpless.
This thick-skin was just like his dad's—learning early the principle of not hitting a smiling face.
"It's so late, and yet you bring the child out. You really have your priorities straight." Li Mo hugged Yangyang and continued to mock as she looked at Fu Shihan. "Is the kid not going to school tomorrow?"
"He insisted on following me, what could I do?"
What Fu Shihan said was hardly believable. Since the day Fu Xiaoyang could talk, he always had many things he insisted on, yet how many did Fu Shihan actually agree to?
