Mom and son talk the exact same way?!
Mo Beiyan kept a cold handsome face, and Chennchenn reached out to touch it. "Daddy, is your face burning red too?"
"..."
Tong Ran stood to the side, forcing back a laugh. "What's going on, are you cosplaying triad punks now?"
"..."
Damn!
What kind of family is this?!
Mo Beiyan stood there with an even colder face, while Mo Nanjue narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly. After all, he'd just said that kind of thing, he had to at least act the part. He bent down to put his son down, took off his suit jacket, and handed it to Tong Ran.
Tong Ran was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it. "What is it?"
Mo Nanjue shot her a cold glance. "Hold it."
Tong Ran furrowed her pretty brows but didn't say much. Mo Nanjue shoved his hands into his pockets, then suddenly added, "I'm thirsty."
Tong Ran nodded. "What do you want to drink?"
"Iced coffee."
