Stupid Son

The little kid took the money and looked at the film crew,

"Uncle, is it ready?" He raised the hundred-dollar bill in his hand and asked.

"Yes."

After that, they went back home. When they left, the little kid didn't forget to wave to Ji Bing,

"Goodbye, Auntie."

"Goodbye, Little Cutie."

At home.

Jiang Tingxu checked the luggage that he had prepared beforehand.

"Are you going to the island?" She asked.

Mo Boyuan stood at the side; his eyes were so soft as if they could drip with water,

"Yes."

"There's a big temperature difference on the island. We need to prepare two more sets of thick clothes." As she said that, she turned around and entered the room.

When she came out, she was already holding two sets of thick clothes that he had just taken out from the wardrobe.

She stuffed them into the suitcase and then zipped it up.

"It should be about time." She muttered.