The son, Jiajia, who seldom treated his biological father warmly, moved like an arrow leaving the bowstring as he pushed open the car door and quickly ran towards Bai Wuqing. He was immediately lifted into the air by Bai Wuqing and in the next second, enjoyed his son's special treatment, with two small hands wrapped around his neck and a loud smooch: "Daddy, mom was crying. You let your woman cry and made me console her. Daddy, don't you know that's not what a man should do?"
"Honey!" At the same time, Huanhuan ran over from the direction of the car and hugged Nan Baihao tightly: "Are you hurt? Did anyone hit you? Let me see, let me see."
She didn't care about the occasion and directly started to remove Nan Baihao's clothes.
Nan Baihao didn't mind either, opening his clothes to let her see, watching Huanhuan with heartache, seeing how worried his wife was for him: "I'm not hurt, who dares to touch a hair on me? I'll kill him!"
Nan Baihao was full of vigor and ruthlessness.
