Lin Ze suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
A very bad feeling formed in his heart, and this feeling was quickly confirmed.
He heard his own son gently enchanting his wife, "Mom, I can't attend the milk gathering tomorrow morning, you must send me the photos."
Hearing this, Lin Ze felt like spitting blood again, what a bastard, clearly having been sent away by him, yet still not forgetting to watch him make a fool of himself, his tactics were just not enough.
Lan Yiqing was instantly so charmed she couldn't tell north from south: "Okay, okay, I know, know, make sure to stay safe on the road!" Lan Yiqing repeatedly reminded, still uneasy.
Mothers' thoughts are all like this, even if their children are older, in their hearts, you're still the child who hasn't grown up, who would cling to them sweetly calling her mom, their baby.
Perhaps sensing the other's reluctance to part, Lin Mubai solemnly nodded: "Mom, don't worry, take good care of yourself."
