Nope. She could not afford to be serious with him, or she was going to be entrapped by his words.
Ji Weixi hence started to make her way outside, but Li Shaoling caught her. "Where are you going?"
"Jiang Cong's house. I'll bring my son home."
"He doesn't want to go home."
"He must say it personally." There was no way she would believe him.
Li Shaoling briskly made the call, putting it on loudspeaker.
It was the weekend—Jiang Cong sounded lazy and sleepy. "Boss… what is it?"
"Pass the phone to the brat."
"Okay, hold on…" There was a rustling sound from Jiang Cong's end.
"Young Master, your father the king is looking for you."
The little one yawned from the other end. "Your Majesty, why are you asking for me? Did Mommy bully you?"
"…Your Mommy is beside me. Tell her you don't want to go home today."
Was he actually commanding their son so openly?
