"Mommy, I'm not dealing with him." He said very calmly.
"Does it still hurt?" Ignoring Rong Shaoze's presence, she touched his little face, asking with gentle affection.
"It hurts, Mommy, blow on it." He wrapped his arms around her neck, childishly coquetting.
Lin Xinlan smiled faintly, gently blowing on the bump on his forehead with very tender movements.
Rong Shaoze's gaze darkened, his look growing increasingly sinister.
They actually dared to ignore him!
What was more infuriating was how could she be so gentle, so nice to this little brat! She had never been so gentle with him!
Rong Shaoze stepped forward, plopped down beside Lin Xinlan, wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulder, and with his other hand, reached out, grabbed Xiaocong's arm, and yanked him out of her embrace.
"What are you doing?!"
"Mommy!"
The mother and son exclaimed at the same time.
