344 Soul-Searching Complaints from His Son

"Wow! There's a fat chicken!"

Eh?

Jiang Tingxu broke into a sweat:

"Son, it's a plane, not a fat chicken," she said.

Hearing this, the little guy blinked:

"Yeah, Ningning is talking about a plane!"

For a moment, even Wen Jie couldn't help but laugh.

Mo Boyuan couldn't bear to see his wife being bullied by his son. He freed up one hand, picked the little guy up, and carried him onto the plane. Only then did he throw him onto the seat.

"Sit properly. Don't mess with your mother."

"I know. Father is always like this. He only knows how to bully Ningning."

The soul-searching complained came from his son.

Jiang Tingxu helped Aunt Wen over and saw Mo Boyuan looking at the little man with a reprimanding look:

"Don't scold him too much."

Of course, his heart ached for his own son.