"Mommy, if you like someone, you don't have to hide it from me..." Little Demon King pouted, his arms crossed over his small chest, his head bowed in a troubled struggle of thoughts. It seemed hard for him to digest and accept the sudden "romance" involving Mommy; he wasn't sure how to adjust his little mood.
Mo Qiansu waved her hands hurriedly, quickly denying it, "Mommy isn't going on a date, nor does she like anyone. Xiaoyu, don't misunderstand."
Little Demon King cocked his head, his little eyes doubtfully darting toward her, "Really?"
"Of course, Mommy swears!" Mo Qiansu raised her hands, her expression serious.
You see, in the past, if a man stared at her for a bit too long, Little Demon King would throw a fit. If she spoke to a man just a bit too much, Little Demon King would blacklist the offender permanently, mess with him every chance he got, until the man would go out of his way to avoid Mo Qiansu.
