"Mommy, you are really good!" The young kid praised her and gave a thumbs-up.
Third Young Master Ye sat on the sofa with a black face, his delicate features covered in a dark cloud. He totally lost it when he thought of Louis, the sicko, having his eyes on Cheng Anya.
What should he do so that this sicko would not be interested in Cheng Anya?
Third Young Master Ye pondered deeply as his eyebrows rose and fell. Miss Cheng, who was sitting opposite him, observed him interestingly as though she was watching a silent film.
Ning Ning took out the dishes he had prepared and made three bowls of rice. It seemed as though his mommy and daddy were not interested in dinner. The young kid supported his chin with his tender hands and observed what his daddy was up to.
