Ji Weixi's face went crimson.
Dear boy, why are you having a wet dream?
Meanwhile, Li Shaoling tapped Ji Jiayu on his little nose and flashed a menacing smile. "Well, I'd really hit you if you really try to stop us wrestling."
The tot hurriedly shrank into Ji Weixi's arms, pouting and about to cry. "Mommy… boo-hoo…"
"Don't scare him," Ji Weixi snarled at Li Shaoling. "He's still a child!"
Him, 'wrestling' with her? He must be dreaming.
'There's also someone else here… ah, I want to die.'
Li Shaoling then glared at the little one who was tunneling between Ji Weixi's chest, snorting coldly as envy boiled in him. "He's not three-years-old."
"No, but he's still four."
Li Shaoling was speechless, even if that argument was sound.
On the other hand, Tian Miaomiao sat in a corner, sad and lonely as she watched the family of three mingle harmoniously.
Who was she?
Where was she?
