C428 He Had a Nosebleed

"Who said I was carrying a grandson?" Tong Xiaoman sighed, "Son, oh son. Mom can only help you here."

"Alright, stop talking about your son. That soup..." Ou Zeye looked at Tong Xiaoman maliciously, "I also drank it..."

The light in the room dimmed.

Ou Tianqing and Tong Mo had already finished bathing and laid down in the room