C1817 He Wasn't a Three-year-old Anymore

Feng Qingyan went forward, "Baby, have you had dinner yet?"

The baby replied, "Yes, I ate it on the plane."

"Yes, good boy. Then let's go and rest. " Feng Qingyan looked at Beiming Yue. "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

She was obviously going to leave her son in the room.

Beiming Yue did not say anything. He turned around and walked upstairs.

When they returned to the room