Ning Xia was taken aback, lifting her eyes, she saw that Bo Siyan had already made his way to the car without her noticing, and her wrist was being gripped by his hand.
She struggled subconsciously, but far from breaking free, she was instead yanked out of the car with force by Bo Siyan.
"What are you doing?"
Bo Siyan's dark eyes glanced at his son, who was crying pitifully beside him, and a frown creased his brow like a small mountain range, "If you want to leave, settle him first."
"...." Ning Xia blinked, almost thinking she had heard wrong, "Young Master Bo, that is your son."
"It wasn't me who made him cry," Bo Siyan replied decisively, then coldly turned his gaze to Bo Lele, "Stop crying, it's annoying."
Startled by him, Bo Lele's little shoulders trembled, and his crying ceased immediately. He didn't dare to cry out loud and just sulked and sobbed quietly with puckered lips.
"...."
