C277 A Son Is Her Life

Mu Maomao was a quick-witted person. After hearing Hong Xuemei's words, he lowered his head and did not speak. If he did not call him grandpa, then what should he be called?

Xiaoxiao tightly clenched her fists and her fingers moved the cloth on the table. She had said before that she could tolerate whatever Hong Xuemei did. But she absolutely could not tolerate her son being bullied