Both mother and son made eye contact with each other and Jiang Tingxu rubbed Mo Zhining's head gently.
"Ningning, you're a smart boy. The problems between your father and I run really deep. You can probably see that, don't you?"
The little guy kept quiet, but it did not prevent Jiang Tingxu from continuing.
"I plan to move out, but it's not because I don't want you anymore. You're my child, and our relationship with each other will never end."
The angry little guy finally reacted when he heard that. He asked, "Where are you going to live if you move out? You don't have any other houses except this one, do you Jiang Tingxu?"
The child was obviously showing concern, but the way he expressed it was quite hurtful.
Jiang Tingxu felt choked.
"Who said I don't have a house? It's just a bit further away. My father left it to me."
