How could Jiang Tingxu resist the siege of both father and son?
"Okay okay. Now, can we go take a shower first?"
"No!"
Hiss?
"Mom, we haven't chosen the jewelry yet."
Jiang Tingxu didn't have that much patience, she was lacking in this aspect.
"You and your dad can choose. I'm going to take a shower first."
After saying that, she turned around and left.
The little boy's gaze shifted to Mo Boyuan, who was leaning against the wall.
"Dad?"
"Didn't you say you would choose? You can continue doing that."
And then... of course, he was going to accompany his wife. How could he stay and accompany this rascal?
He wasn't a little girl!
...
In the room, Jiang Tingxu was taking off her clothes when her husband walked straight in.
She was so scared that she asked, "What are you doing here?"
At this moment, she was wearing her underwear, and her face was red all the way to her neck.
