Mo Boyuan had never been very patient with his son. After teaching him once, he crossed his arms as he stood by the side and watched.
The little boy remembered what his dad had said but was slow in adapting. Fortunately, the man did not rush him, which made the little boy feel much more at ease.
Bang!
The ball was hit out again.
Mo Boyuan glanced over:
"Go and pick it up yourself." After saying that, he no longer cared about the brat.
Not far away, under an oversized parasol, Jiang Tingxu was lying comfortably on a recliner. On the table beside her were freshly squeezed fruit juice and snacks from the kitchen.
Because she had just eaten lunch, she had not touched the snacks. Instead, she drank quite a lot of fruit juice.
She closed her eyes and lay on the chair, enjoying the sunshine.
After a while, she felt someone standing next to her. When she opened his eyes, her suspicions were confirmed.
