My Son Is Very Good

When Jiang An heard this, she looked at Zou Bai in confusion. "There's a hidden meaning in your words."

Zou Bai looked at Jiang An and smiled. "I didn't mean anything. Don't think too much. My son is very good."

Jiang An smiled. "Oh, you know it again? Are you a charlatan?"

Zou Bai was about to say something when he saw Jiang Yi walking out of the room, rubbing his eyes. He shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Jiang Yi was stunned when he saw the two of them. He called out in a soft voice after getting out of bed, "Mom."

Then, he looked at Zou Bai and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Uncle."

Zou Bai did not mind the way he addressed him and smiled. "Good afternoon, Little Wingsy."

Jiang Yi pursed his lips and raised his head to look at Zou Bai.

Jiang An felt that Jiang Yi's feelings for Zou Bai were a little complicated. Every time, he would feel conflicted about wanting to get close to him, but not wanting to.