Qiao Xu: "..."
Xiao Qiao Yi glanced at Qiao Xu and said, "Xuxu, sit quietly on the side. This is a competition between men. I am now the commander of the Chu Army, and I can't be distracted on the battlefield."
"Yeah, sister, Qiao Yi is now the commander-in-chief of the three armies, not your three-year-old son."
Qiao Xu: "..."
You probably can't imagine that your opponent is just a three-year-old child.
Qiao Xu has always respected her son as a principle and wouldn't interfere too much. So, before Qiao Yi finishes this game, she really sits on the sofa, as quietly as a chicken, waiting for him to finish playing.
A moment later, Qiao Yi puts down his mobile phone and walks towards Qiao Xu, "Mommy, did you have something to tell me?"
Qiao Xu was taken aback, not expecting the little guy to be so sensitive. Staring at his face, which closely resembled Lu Moqing's, she hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
"Mommy has a question for you."
"Alright, go ahead."
