Who would have thought, just as he shifted his foot slightly, Zhuang Zhongyue hugged his leg.
Zhao Gushen: "..."
Usually, when Xiao Mo hugs his leg, it's no big deal.
That's his own son.
But what the heck is Zhuang Zhongyue up to!
"Brother Shen!" Zhuang Zhongyue hugged Zhao Gushen's leg with genuine emotion, "What I did wasn't right, I was wrong!"
Zhuang Zhongyue nearly cried for real.
Ye Fei whispered to Xiao Mo beside her, "See, you bullied your uncle to tears."
Zhuang Zhongyue's crying halted for a moment.
He wasn't really crying.
Besides, could he really be bullied to tears by a four-year-old little brat?
Who gets bullied like this?
Hearing Ye Fei's words, Zhuang Zhongyue nearly couldn't cry out again.
He felt truly pitiful.
Zhao Gushen's eye twitched.
He actually thought Zhuang Zhongyue was quite talented.
In such a public occasion, in front of everyone, Zhuang Zhongyue could still put aside his dignity, not afraid to lose face at all.
