Gu Qingyao really did not want to hear the childish squabbles of this father and son. She got up and said, "I'll go and drink my bird's nest soup."
Gu Qingyao got up and left. The father and son watched her leave, then exchanged glances. Mo Beihan grabbed the boy and pulled him close, then earnestly reprimanded him. "Listen up. That's my wife, not your wife. You're not to pester her, do you understand?
"As a man, you can only pester one woman in your life, and that's your wife. You can't pester anyone else. Your mother is mine, mine! Don't try to snatch her away!"
Little One glared at him and said through gritted teeth, "Why should she be yours? She's my mother. She gave birth to me. I came out from her tummy. How can you be closer to her than me?"
Mo Beihan: "…"
He was just five years old!
Five years old!
