"You've made a mistake and now you're looking for excuses for yourself, Fan Mingyu, you really are becoming more and more capable!" If Su Xiaoyue were here, she would certainly criticise him, saying that he fails at disciplining his son."
Huh? Why would he think of that glasses-wearing woman now? They've only known each other for a day...
Fan Mingyu lowered his eyes again, appearing sincerely receptive to the criticism.
"Shaoming, there are too many people here. If you want to scold Mingyu, wait until we get home," Jun Mo still sided with his nephew. In his eyes, his nephew was just a five-year-old child, innocent and unknowing; if he tricked Bai Tong twice, it was Bai Tong's own fault. If it weren't for the fact that Bai Tong would cling to him no matter where he went at the banquet, why would he have remained seated here the whole time?
