Chapter 5611: If I Can't Handle It, I'll Call My Husband
"Didn't talk about much, just that the swindler was struck pretty badly by lightning. We just comforted him a bit."
Qiaomu cleared her throat, "Tell me your thoughts."
"We definitely can't cheat people in the future."
Guangguang nodded vigorously, "Exactly, exactly, cheating doesn't end well. Not only do you get struck by lightning, but all your inner world stuff gets obliterated too."
Qiaomu nodded, "So how did you comfort that swindler?"
"We beat him up."
Qiaomu: ...
So that's how you comfort people?
"Mommy." Little Mo Bao burrowed his small head into her embrace, "Little Tuanzi loves Mommy the most. Mommy is the best to Little Tuanzi."
"What do you mean?"
"Mommy, don't be shy! I know everything! You robbed that uncle yesterday!"
The poker-faced mother looked at her son expressionlessly, "No, I didn't."
Little Mo Bao blinked, "I already beat the truth out of Uncle."
Qiaomu: ...
This son seems a bit unmanageable!
"Husband! Husband!" She immediately thought of her son's father.
This kind of disciplining-the-son matter was most suitable for him.
Mo Lian was in the house stewing soup when he heard his wife's shout. He quickly ran out, spoon in hand, "Wife, what's wrong?"
Qiaomu walked over and directly put her son into his hands, "Discipline your son."
She didn't even want to talk to him anymore.
Just looking at him was annoying!
"What did he do?" Mo Lian caught his son with one hand and glanced down at him.
Little Mo Bao said pitifully, "Mommy got angry because I exposed some of her little tricks."
"What did you expose?"
"That Mommy robbed the swindler from yesterday, and even made the swindler trick me... the one who was struck by lightning."
"Daddy, I already beat the truth out of Uncle! Mommy can't fool me." Little Mo Bao puffed out his cheeks, "She clearly ransacked him, but insisted it was heavenly punishment, that lightning struck Uncle's inner world."
"Is Mommy trying to pocket Little Tuanzi's yellow-grade materials?"
Mo Lian smacked him on the bottom, "Those materials aren't yours. They're all your mother's!"
Little Mo Bao looked at his father pitifully.
He truly was a poor little darling, unloved by his father and mother.
Mo Lian carried him a few steps and handed him over to God Venerable Taohua, who had just entered the room, then returned to the kitchen to continue stewing soup and coaxing his wife.
The little child lay in Feng Chen's arms, pitifully and dramatically singing, "Uncle Taohua. I'm penniless."
God Venerable Taohua held him as if he were a hot potato, saying with a wry smile, "You're the wealthiest child in the whole world, don't cry poor in front of me, Uncle! I don't have money to give you."
Little Mo Bao looked up melancholically, letting out a long sigh, "My fortune has all been confiscated by Mommy. From now on, I'm destined to be a person with no money, and I won't even be able to marry a wife."
God Venerable Taohua: ...
You're just a little bean, and you're already thinking about getting a wife.
"Why are you thinking about a wife?"
"Look at my daddy and mommy, when they're together, it's two against one, and I'm at an absolute disadvantage. If I get a wife, wouldn't it be two against two?"
God Venerable Taohua couldn't bear to dampen his spirits but still couldn't resist striking a blow, "Why don't you consider that it might be three against one?"
Little Mo Bao's mouth dropped open in surprise, and it was a long while before he let out an exclamation, "It wouldn't be that tragic, would it?"