Xin Hailong felt like a mouthful of old blood had stuck in his throat.
Ignoring Xin Hailong's face, which looked worse than a pig liver, Xin Xiaoxiao lowered her head to look at the little guy in front of her and poked him hard on the forehead, "Little thing, don't call randomly. If you call me grandma, then your mom who calls me mom would also have to call me grandma."
Xin Hailong: "..."
Was he the one who destroyed the universe in his past life?
He clenched his hands tightly behind his back, forcibly suppressing the urge to hit Xin Xiaoxiao.
Avoiding looking at her any longer, he shifted his gaze to his son, "Kangkang, come eat."
With that, he turned around and stormed angrily into the dining room.
Mao Jialan had her long hair loosely tied up, wore an apron, her tall figure exhibiting both the virtues of a home woman and the allure of a dominant woman.
