In that moment, the car swerved as it turned into a junction, throwing Ji Weixi into Li Shaoling's arms.
As the tip of her nose ached, a teasing voice spoke overhead.
"Are you so moved and in such a hurry to hold me?"
Ji Weixi shoved him away, rubbing her nose and blushing as she denied that. "Stop imagining things!"
He really felt no embarrassment at all—Jiang Cong and Tian Miaomiao were still there!
Hence, she picked her little one and put her between herself and Li Shaoling, maintaining some distance.
The man's face went dark instantly. "Go away!"
An excess of a brat, always interfering in the important moments when he was playing with his wife!
He suddenly had an impulse to give him away to someone else.
Still, Ji Weixi would never agree to that and he therefore could not do a thing.
Nonetheless, the little one snorted coldly, his look of disgust a perfect copy of Li Shaoling's. "I'll sit here. Make you angry."
