Si Mingjing quickly pushed Mo Yinhe away and turned her back to straighten her clothes.
Just now, Mo Yinhe had kissed her, and his hands had been restless too.
Suddenly caught by her son, Si Mingjing, no matter how thick-skinned she was, couldn't hide her embarrassment. She hurried a few steps and went straight into the bathroom. Only after she closed the door did the heat on her face subside a bit.
Mo Yinhe narrowed his dark eyes at his careless son. If it hadn't been the boy's birthday, Mo Yinhe would have been tempted to physically reprimand him.
Ye Nianbai trotted in, indignant. "Dad! I support you! As long as you can be with Jingjing, I won't be the Little Crown Prince anymore!"
All the anger in Mo Yinhe's body instantly dissipated. He picked up his son and ruffled his little head.
His own son still needed love and care.
