My Dear Godson

"Yanyan, do you need some help?"

Mu Chenyan looked at Hyson in amusement, "You finally got the time to ask me this question? Aren't you a little too early?"

Of course, Hyson could feel the sarcasm. It was too obvious. And he also knew he was in the wrong so he scratched the tip of his nose sheepishly, "Isn't it because I know my godmother is the most powerful around here? How could she need others' help? Especially, mine. I am still a baby who often needs her help. At most, I can provide my godmother with some emotional support."

Mu Chenyan laughed at that. She pinched his nose, "Aiyo, my godson is so thoughtful."

Hyson smiled at her, "I know, right? Even I get surprised by how thoughtful I am."

Mu Chenyan shook her head at him and said, "Since you're already offering your kind services, how can I refuse? I really need your emotional support. I'm so tired."