Moxiao had been upset in the living room for a long time before he got up and headed to the dining room.
He was constantly thinking about his Little Goblin, and no matter how firmly she wanted to divorce him, he was not going to let her go. He decided to persistently coax her until she forgave him.
Just as he reached the entrance of the dining room, he overheard the dialogue between his little wife and the mischievous child, and suddenly, a ray of sunshine was forcefully poured into his gloomy mood.
With his hands in his trouser pockets, he stood at the entrance of the dining room and silently smiled.
He suddenly found a way out of his problems. His Little Goblin would definitely come back to him because he had raised a good son.
As long as he had this bond with his son, Ou Xiaolan would forever be tied to him.
Therefore, he did not enter the dining room to avoid disturbing the squabblers.
