At such a young age, he made decisions that didn't allow others to defy him.
He found it tasty and wanted his mom to have a taste; she needed to nourish herself too.
Si Mingjing smiled even broader, graciously opened her mouth, and let her dutiful Little Bingshan son feed her.
"Dad, you drink too!"
The tone was still imperious, very overbearing.
Mo Yinhe raised an eyebrow, his demeanor lazy, as he indulgently leaned in to let his son feed him a mouthful.
The Hua Family's matriarch and Hua Jinse heard their conversation, both showing expressions of astonishment.
Hua Jinse walked over, placing her hands on Ye Jingzhe's shoulders, and said, "Jingzhe, you can't just call anyone that."
"She's my mom!"
Ye Jingzhe adopted a serious expression, his Little Bingshan face insisting he wasn't wrong.
Hua Jinse felt embarrassed and desperately tried to explain to Si Mingjing, "Your Majesty the Queen, please don't take offense, this child, since a young age…"
