Jiujiu rubbed his little hands together, appearing to be deep in thought. "Fang Eleven, you didn't come home all night yesterday. That's quite serious..."
"..."So, what?
Jiujiu continued, "Considering the seriousness of the situation, I held an emergency meeting with your godmother this morning."
Eleven: "..."
OTZ, an emergency meeting even!
Ye Mo bit back a laugh.
"We had no choice but to promise you to Daddy Ye Mo."
"Pff..."Eleven spit out a mouthful of blood, "Fang Jiujiu! What are you talking about, Daddy Ye Mo!"
"Hahaha," Ye Mo laughed heartily, quickly agreeing with Jiujiu, "Eh! Good son!"
Eleven was speechless at Ye Mo's absurd meddling.
The little guy Fang Jiujiu stepped forward, raising his small hand and waved at Ye Mo.
"Hm?" Ye Mo understood his intent, squatting down to his level, "Son, what's up?"
Eleven: "..."
Hey, hey, hey, you three are enough!
