C983 Blacky Your Own Son.

"Okay, don't bother Mommy. Let's go back to the room. " Moh Yanjue gave his son a glance without batting an eyelid. Moh Yanjue stretched out his hand and prepared to pull him out of the blanket.

The little guy was naturally very cooperative. His godmother was still waiting for him to save her life. He could not delay any longer.

His little mouth pouted and kissed his mommy's face gently