C281 Jing Cheng Has also Become a Caring Little Cotton-padded Jacket

On the other end of the phone, Madame Xia was leisurely sitting in the garden, drinking coffee. When she heard what her son had said, she couldn't control herself and choked on it.

"Cough …" Jingcheng, what did you just say? Mommy couldn't have heard wrong, right? "

Madame Xia felt like she was hallucinating