Pfft!
Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched. What? He actually asked about feet too?!
Mo Yaochenn saw him purse his lips, becoming even more curious. He climbed onto his shoulder, "Dad, why did you stop talking?"
Mo Nanjue cleared his throat, pulling his son away and giving him a light pat on the bottom, "Hurry up, go upstairs and see if Mom is up."
"No!" Mo Yaochenn pouted, staying put on his lap and refusing to move. He picked up his bowl and ate, "Mom's boobs aren't mine anymore, I don't want Mom."
"..."
Tong Ran was dumbfounded. Could it be that her only use to her son was her ~boobs?!
Mo Nanjue's thin lips curled into a smile, finally achieving his goal. He leaned in to kiss his son's white cheek, "Then it's settled. From now on, Mom's mine, and all the toys are yours, okay?"
Mo Yaochenn pondered for a moment, thinking this was quite reasonable. He extended his hand, "Let's high-five as proof, and it won't change for two hundred and fifty-eight years."
"Okay."
