Commissioner Gu looked at the little face that looked so much like Xiaoyun, then at his smiling face, before looking back at Xiaoyun's expressionless face. It was hard to imagine.
"Little Huzi, is your daddy mean?"
Commissioner Gu wanted to know what kind of relationship Xiaoyun and his son had.
Zhou Mei gave him a coquettish look, "What are you talking about?"
But Little Huzi understood Commissioner Gu's question, "My dad is very nice to me. He teaches me military boxing, he teaches me that a little man shouldn't cry."
Commissioner Gu had just torn open a cake to eat, but upon hearing these words, he almost spat it out.
Just as he had imagined, only Xiaoyun could do such a thing.
Teaching his son military boxing.
Little Huzi is only four years old, isn't he?
And also teaching Little Huzi that a little man should not cry.
"Mommy..." Little Shitou couldn't open the bag, so he asked Zhou Mei for help.