C147 I Don't Think He's Bad

Mu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She put her son on the ground and used her hand to gently scratch his little nose.

Although she had a smile on her face, her brows were tightly knitted together. She had something on her mind.

Suisui helplessly shrugged his shoulders and said like a young adult, "Hey, mom, you just like to say the opposite. Actually