Drove the Third Master Away in Anger

When Ling Sheng came out with the small clay pot, she saw her son sitting obediently at the dining table waiting. She smiled. When she saw the useless man beside him, her eyes narrowed and her aura turned cold.

"Mommy." Xiaoqi obediently sat up straight and waited for her to distribute the noodles.

Ling Sheng scooped a bowl of noodles for her and her son. After the mother and son took their share from the pot, there was only a little soup left. She looked at the man apologetically. "Mr. Jun, I'm sorry. There's only some soup left."

How could Jun Shiyan not know that she had done it on purpose? The noodles in her and her son's bowls were about to overflow. It was obvious that she had no intention of letting him eat them. He held his breath and in order to hide his embarrassment, he shouted, "Xu Xi, where's my supper?"