Jing Xin's anger had reached its peak, but he didn't have the opportunity to speak out. He simply picked up his wife and turned to his son, "Taotao, follow Daddy."
"Daddy, I want Mommy." Taotao's teary eyes looked at his father.
"Mommy's right here. How about going back to the room with Daddy?" Jing Xin gently persuaded his son, holding his wife.
"Okay." Taotao glanced at his father, his mother who was being held, and nodded. He wobbled and grabbed on to his father's pant leg as he walked away. He was only one year old and wasn't steady on his feet yet. Jing Xin patiently waited for his son.
"Xin'er, what kind of attitude is this? Can't you even call out to your mother anymore?" Mrs. Jing was enraged at her son's attitude. The bastard was still a bastard, an ungrateful wolf no matter how you raised him.
"Mom." Jing Xin's voice was subdued.
"Take your child and come home with me." Only after hearing that did Mrs. Jing slightly nod.
