C200 Fei'er Called

Ling Le saw the troubled look on Ling Fei'er's face.

Ling Le used his chubby little hands to gently pull Ling Fei'er's pajamas.

"Aunt, Le is fine. Le doesn't want Uncle Moh anymore. Really."

He looked at Ling Le's red little face that was covered in tears. Ling Fei'er finally made up her mind. It was just a phone call. There was nothing she didn't dare to call. For Le, even if she was scolded