Ming Xiche's mother looked at Ling Xinxue's red wrist with distress. She glared at her son bitterly, but she didn't expect...
"Ming Xiaoxi."
Ming Xiche pointed to the stairs and said loudly.
Ling Xinxue looked at Ming Xiche blankly. This was the first time Ming Xiche spoke to her in such a tone, which made her feel unspeakable.
"Xi...Brother Xi Che."
Ling Xinxue didn't know what she had done wrong for Ming Xiche to talk to her like this. She looked at Ming Xiche carefully.
"Go upstairs immediately and change my clothes for me."
Ming Xiche didn't have to drag Ling Xinxue up, but he could let Ling Xinxue go by herself.
"Okay...okay!"
Although Ling Xinxue likes this dress very much, it was what she liked before. Now it doesn't seem to match her at all with this princess dress.
"Hey, Ming Xiche, what do you mean? I just came back with your dad today and you can't get along with me, right? Do you still think of me as your mommy?"
Ming Xiche's mother was very angry and pointed at Ming Xiche and said loudly, "This is her son. He didn't listen to her, but he still confronted her."
"Is there something you don't know about?"
If I hadn't thought of myself as a mommy, Ming Heechul wouldn't have let go of her hand just now.
"Husband... Husband, look... look, is this my son? Is this our son?"
Ming Xiche's mother knew that she couldn't resist Ming Xiche, so she pretended to cry and felt aggrieved and walked to Ming Xiche's father, threw herself into his arms and pretended to cry.
"sweat!!"
Ming Xiche looked at the housekeeper who was standing there with a straight face but holding back a smile. He really felt a headache, a huge headache, for having such a mommy.