Before Huo Beichen could answer him, the little guy promptly hung up the phone and covered his mouth, beaming mischievously at the now dark screen!
"Little Xingchen, did you just sell off your mommy?"
Ye Mu Fan walked into the house to find the little guy covering his mouth with a sneaky grin, his face filled with cunning, and as he spoke, he took a seat on the couch next to him, casually scooping up the little guy into his arms. Without waiting for a reply, he asked, "Did you sell her to your daddy?"
Little Xingchen: "..."
This uncle doesn't need to be so clever, right? He's panicking!
"I... I don't know anything!"
That's mommy's own brother, after all—he can't betray daddy at a critical moment, ow ow ow, "Uncle, I'm just a three-year-old kid, not a human trafficker!"
Ye Mu Fan: "..."
Indeed, he's Huo Beichen's breed, dark and impenetrable!
Very well!
