Ye qingge said with a smile and tears in her red eyes as she pinched her soft little face.
"Mom, I've made you cry today, but I'll make you laugh in the future. I, li Mumu, will do what I say. I won't regret it!"
At such a young age, the words he said were ruffian-like but powerful and resonating.
Ye qingge suddenly laughed. What kind of father and son was this? this arrogant and cool look was really likable.
Ye qingge did not realize that she had subconsciously regarded li beixiao as someone who was likable ...
If he had a wife in the future, he would definitely dote on her to the bone.
"If you make me cry again, I'll starve you and ignore you!" Gently holding li Mumu in her arms, ye qingge smiled and thanked God for giving her this son.
"Mom ..." A small hand covered ye qingge's back and gently patted her. He had a mother now.
"What did you call her?" His deep voice was filled with disbelief.
Ye qingge's body stiffened. Li beixiao had returned ...
