Qu Tan'er smartly remained silent at this moment.
Seeing Mo Liancheng undeniably conflicted yet needing to feign calmness, she couldn't help but feel amused.
"Tan'er, this King thinks it's necessary to have a private conversation with little Yu'er, to foster some father-son rapport." Mo Liancheng's warm and gentle smile was as soothing as a spring breeze, with a mildness that anyone would find comfortable and harmless. In just a few steps, he approached to pull Yu'er out of Qu Tan'er's arms by the hem of his clothing, lifting him up to meet him eye to eye.
Danger, absolutely dangerous!
The clever little guy suddenly became compliant, blinking his big bright eyes, and in a childish voice, he elongated the end of his call, "Daddy!…"
Mo Liancheng, who was just about to turn around, shuddered, nearly dropping the little guy.
Luckily for him, he was quick enough to catch him again as he fell.
