Several gasps could be clearly heard from the surroundings; the little man's jump had startled everyone.
Fortunately, Ning Shao caught the little person who fell into his arms steadily.
At this moment, Ye Wanying really wanted to immediately drag that troublesome little brat out and give him a good spanking.
Unfortunately, the little boy buried his head tightly in Ning Luo's arms, too guilty to even look at his mother.
So you know you're feeling guilty?
Indeed, they were clinging tightly to Ning Luo.
The young master of the Yan Gang, having never held a baby in his arms before, felt incredibly uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but whisper:
"Hey little one, that's enough. I've already taken you down. Can you let go now?"
Therefore, although Ning Shao is the young master of the Yan Gang, he is still too naive when facing villains. He doesn't know that villains have a series of tricks, one inside and one outside, all connected together.
The little guy didn't say a word, and he didn't let go of her hands.
This guy seems to be planning to stay put!
At the very least, he should wait until his mother calms down.
Ningluo has a toothache and wants to punch someone.
But remembering that this annoying little devil in my arms still looked somewhat like a little girl, I held back:
"I'll count to three, and if you still don't let go, I'll throw you away."
Don't even mention it, Young Master Ning is absolutely capable of doing it, and he wouldn't even feel the slightest bit guilty.
The little guy wasn't familiar with Ning Luo, and he wasn't sure if this formidable uncle would really abandon him. Considering his own interests, he whispered in Ning Luo's arms in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Add more money, Tuanzi wants to go to Uncle's house."
Forehead?
Upon hearing this, Ning Luo almost lost her footing.
Does this kid think he's short of money?
Or is it that you just look like you're short of money?
Indeed, after meeting my second grandfather's group of cronies, I really didn't think Ning Luo was a rich man.
Why is it that Ning Luo doesn't have any of the shiny things that Grandpa Wei, Grandpa Shu, and Grandpa Pei carry?
The little guy has been shopping with his mom before, and he already knows that the things in those gold, silver, and jade shops are very expensive, and only rich people can afford them.
Ning Luotong only wore a watch on his wrist, although the watch was worth enough to buy a house in the capital.
But what difference is there between a wristwatch and a clock on a table? Aren't they both for telling time?
After a long silence from Ning Luo, the little guy spoke up again weakly:
"Double it again, Uncle, you can't be too greedy. Tuanzi has already given you a lot of money."
The thought of having to pay this powerful uncle money later made me feel both heartache and financial pain.
Ning Luo's face cracked in a few more places, and seeing the little boy's reluctant expression, she didn't know what she was thinking, but on a whim, she nodded in agreement:
"good!"
This young master will see how much money you, a little bean sprout, can ultimately give me!
That "good" was truly uttered through gritted teeth.
Little Bean, who was standing nearby, had already dodged three steps away in an instant.
Over there, Ye Wanying saw her son clinging shamelessly to the other person's arms and no longer wanted to pay attention to him.
"Honey, you go."
Fortunately, his father was there.
Such a disgraceful son, it's best to let his father handle it this time.
Gao Dan's lips twitched. His little wife had already given the order; how could he not go?
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