Nan Mufeng covered his face. He never thought he'd need his son's help to plead for him one day...
Jian Xi looked at Nan Mufeng's expression and wanted to laugh.
He didn't look like an overbearing CEO at all, more like someone under his wife's thumb.
Under his wife's thumb?
Jian Xi paused for a moment, then looked at Nan Mufeng again, the more she looked, the more he seemed like someone under his wife's thumb. Instantly, she felt amused, forgetting the earlier unpleasantness.
"For the sake of our son, I won't hold it against you this time," Jian Xi said with a beaming smile, her eyes glowing.
Nan Mufeng continued to cover his face.
"If you don't want to eat, then move aside." Jian Xi said as she picked a piece of rib for Little Pumpkin, "Son, come eat ribs! Eat more!"
"Thank you, Mommy!"
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