Xiao Zeyu walked into Cining Palace with a smile on his face. He looked at his son with satisfaction—obedient, good boy.
"I am his mother."
Su Qing glared coldly at Xiao Zeyu. Xiao Zeyu replied with a straight face
, "Men and women are different.".
"There's a difference between men and women." Xiao Qi nodded in agreement.
Su Qing choked on her son's words. So, could she kiss him or not?
"It's all your fault. The child is only one and a half years old."
Su Qing vented her anger on Xiao Zeyu. There was no such thing as paying her respects.
"He has to be educated since he is young."
Xiao Zeyu was still talking nonsense with a straight face.
"Shuisheng!"
Zhou Bo suddenly appeared. The old Taoist priest had gone to the toilet. As soon as he came in, he saw his junior nephew. The old Taoist priest called him with a smile.
"Uncle's Master, you're back too."
