The young commander cried suddenly and stopped quickly. At this moment, he had already stretched out his small hand to play with his numb hair. He was extremely obedient.
Jiang Peihua walked to the side of her silent son and slapped him on the back. She said angrily, “You little brat, tell me honestly. Did you bully Anning?”
Young Master Rong loosened his tie in frustration and walked upstairs. “That’s not true!”
“This...”Jiang Peihua choked on her words. She looked at his back as he walked upstairs and sighed softly.
The young master in her arms was tired from playing, and his little stomach was also hungry. His little hands moved to pull on Mama’s clothes on her chest, and his little mouth smacked loudly.
Luo Anning looked up at Jiang Peihua and said, “Mom, Young Master is hungry. I’ll go up and feed him first.”
“Go, go. The child can’t be hungry.”
Back in the nursery, the little guy fell asleep after eating his fill. He slept comfortably in Mama’s arms.
