"But didn't he carry you that day?"
"What?"
"That day, you know, when we were at his house, Mom, you hurt your foot, and he carried you out. Ye Dabao, I'm telling you, I've been so bored these past few days, I've read a lot of his news. It says that he's a man with serious mysophobia. And, you know, I've been looking for so long, I haven't found any photos of him carrying other women..."
Ye Ning: "..."
Suddenly, she felt her face heat up as she knocked her son on the head with a flick: "What are you babbling about? You're too young to ignore your kindergarten books, why are you reading this? Come on, let's go eat."
Having said that, she stopped wasting words on the little brat, took his hand, and they went downstairs to eat together.
What kind of son is this...
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At this moment, in the Ou Corporation building, Ou Mucen, who had rushed back to the company to attend two meetings in a row, had finally returned to his office.
