Little Ningning, who was watching from the side, was speechless. "Auntie Hua Hua, are you so easily bought over by Daddy? You seem to be wavering."
A cold snort came from the surveillance camera:
"Little brat, haven't you been wavering for a long time? You still have the nerve to criticize me?"
They were equals and therefore had no right to criticize each other.
These two people seemed to be about to start quarrelling at any moment.
Mo Boyuan was completely uninterested in who his son was quarrelling with. He glanced in the direction of the surveillance camera:
"Is Miss Ouyang the resident who lives upstairs?"
Xiao Huahua, who was behind the surveillance camera, spat out a mouthful of water:
"The idiot son of the landlord that everyone talks about seems to be none other than Movie King Mo!"
Thinking about it, other than this person, who else could be so... rich and wilful?
