This Is The Uncle You Were Talking About?

There was indeed a scab that had just formed at the back of his wrist. Mo Boyuan took a few glances:

"When did this happen?" He asked.

"It was on the day father went abroad. It was so painful. Ningning was in so much pain that he cried!"

No wonder the scab had already formed.

It was just that...

"Why are you crying about such a little injury? Mo Zhining, are you a girl?"

And the old man, wasn't he being too pampering?

Nonsense!

The Mo family's only great-grandson, how could he not be pampered?

Mo Boyuan rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but think to himself: "Could this kid continue staying at the old residence?"

Now that he was staying here with his mother at night, then during the day... hmm, looked like like he had to add two more classes, in case he really raised a delicate little girl.

"You told your mother that you wanted to reduce your courses?"