"..."
What kind of logic is that?!
Tong Ran stared wide-eyed at his dark pupils, "No way, if our son clings to you, does that mean he doesn't want Mom anymore? He can't even touch now... what if he doesn't recognize me in the future?"
"Why don't you cling to me?" Mo Nanjue smiled and lowered his head, sealing her chattering lips with a kiss. His blurred words spread between their lips, and he entered dominantly, "If he clings to me in the future, and you're nice to me, how dare he not want you?"
"You..."
Could he make his little scheme any more obvious?
So the plan is for both she and their son to cling to him in the future, and whenever something stirs, they'd have to please him and beg him. Meanwhile, he'd effortlessly reap all the benefits?
Such a cunning businessman!
The more Tong Ran thought about it, the angrier she got. She lightly closed her teeth and bit his tongue, making Mo Nanjue frown, "Hiss... you dare to bite me?!"
