"Mommy, then can you also stop being mad at Daddy, okay?"
Once the little boy said this, both Zhu Qianying and Yan Bo froze!
During this period, Zhu Qianying believed that she had been friendly enough towards Yan Bo; they hadn't argued in front of their son, and hadn't even said any harsh words. How did the little guy determine that she was mad at Yan Bo?
Moreover, she could hardly say that she was angry at Yan Bo.
"Baby boy, what are you thinking about? Daddy and Mommy are fine, who's angry?"
Indeed, they were fine, good friends, or rather, putting aside their common child, they could hardly be considered good friends.
But there was no anger, not even in the slightest.
"Yeah, Baby, why is your little brain always thinking of such things? Isn't Mommy good to Daddy? The other day, she even made noodles for Daddy, where does the anger come from?"
Yan Bo quickly echoed.
