"Quan Che, I'm begging you, please don't design any more of those bizarre toys for Xiaoyu..."
Just mentioning toys gave Mo Qiansu a headache; the Little Demon King had caused no small amount of trouble with those toys.
"Mommy!" The Little Demon King panicked, darted forward, and quickly snatched the phone. "Uncle Hercules, don't listen to Mommy; I really like the toys you design for me..."
The Little Demon King was anything but polite, telling Quan Che that the more toys, the merrier, and even asking for a few more with greater "destructive power."
Mo Qiansu was extremely helpless.
Her son was still upset with her and hadn't completely reconciled; if she took a hard stance and didn't allow Quan Che to send any more toys, it would probably lead to another fallout in their mother-son relationship. For now, she could only take the chance to instruct Quan Che when the Little Demon King wasn't around.
