"Kind of, right? Anyway, you'll get old one day, and I'll grow up one day!" Little Junjun lifted his round little face, his big eyes shimmering with tears, looking as pitiful as a puppy.
In an instant, Xiao Qingcang remembered the woman from last night, kneeling at his feet, begging him pitifully.
Her eyes were also moving, bearing a resemblance to his son's.
No wonder he felt a bit reluctant to refuse her at the time.
"Daddy, tell me, will you ever abandon me?" Little Junjun anxiously shook his daddy's arm.
Xiao Qingcang blinked, his expression turning stern again, as if interrogating a subordinate. "Then I ask you, will you make false reports at the police station in the future?"
His son was really too naughty, giving him a bit of leeway and he would climb onto the roof to remove tiles, and now going to the police station was a breeze for him.
Most importantly, he always managed to avoid Aunt Rong and sneak out!
