Xiao Qian'ai pouted at An Ziqi and just when she was about to get up, she settled back onto the sofa.
Sitting obediently again.
Ye Minzhi glared at An Ziqi, then turned her head to see that Xiao Moli was still in pajamas and slippers, obviously in a hurry.
"Moli, why were you in such a rush to leave? What happened?"
"Mom." Xiao Moli pursed his lips and called out.
Even though his face was expressionless, An Ziqi could clearly see a hint of grievance on it.
Her lips twitched slightly. Sending her own son into the fire pit, and he's the one feeling wronged?
What does he have to be wronged about?
Over there, Ye Minzhi turned her glare towards An Ziqi, "I think you're itching for trouble again, bullying people just because Moli spoils you. If you dare bring up divorce again, I won't have you as my daughter."
An Ziqi rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Mom, is he your son or am I your daughter?"
"He's my grandson's father," Ye Minzhi replied irritably.
