Xuanyuan Mu lowered his head and looked at the child in his arms, the frost on his face softened slightly: "So what if you are five years old?"
"You said that as long as I am five years old, you will take me to see my mother." The little boy pouted and said righteously.
The child in front of him was the child Jiao Li had with Yan Xin'er. Five years had passed, and aside from Yan Xin'er's disappearance, everything looked very good.
"Is there any?" Xuanyuan Mu was a little dissatisfied. That guy Jiao Li did everything he wanted and pampered him. He even took this as a promise.
Yan Xin'er has been missing for five years. Where can I find him?
"Xuanyuan Mu, you can even lie to a child?" The child stared with a pair of big black eyes and a small mouth.
Xuanyuan Mu was a little unhappy to be called by his son by name: "Is that what you called Xuanyuan Mu?"
"Big liar, I will never believe you again in the future. You kept saying that you would take me to see my mother, but now you don't keep your words...Xuanyuan Mu, you really make me look down on you as a kid." The chubby body fell from the man's legs.
Sliding down, he walked out angrily.
Xuanyuan Mu slammed the table hard: "Dumplings."
"What are you doing?" Dumpling turned around, showing no fear at all.
"Look at you now, do you still look like a young prince?" Xuanyuan Mu scolded him like a father.
Who would have thought that not only did it not frighten him, but it intensified: "I don't want to be a young prince, I want to find my mother."
"Your mother is traveling far away."
"You're lying again. How can you travel far away for such a long time? It's obvious that you lost your mother and you still want to deny her." The pink and jade-carved little hand pointed at Xuanyuan Mu's nose accusingly.
Xuanyuan Mu was startled and found that his head hurt a little.
What on earth did that bastard Jiao Li say to this kid? The kid's studies have not increased much in the past few years, but his temper has been rising in a straight line. He is not a son, he is simply an ancestor.
Xuanyuan Mu sat back on the chair, holding his forehead with one hand, showing a sad look: "Now my father will tell you again, your mother has gone away from home."
"Tch~~~" Dumpling raised his arrogant face: "I don't believe it. How could my mother be willing to leave me and travel far away for such a long time?"
There are many things you don't believe, Xuanyuan Mu added in his mind, for example, you actually have two fathers.
But these can only be thought about in my mind.
Xuanyuan Mu sighed: "You've made enough trouble. Let's go back and write down the lessons learned today again later."
As soon as he heard that he was going to write silently, Dumpling suddenly burst out: "Didn't you say last night that I could have a rest today?"
last night?
Xuanyuan Mu glared at his son: "Last night was last night, and today is today. If you don't write it down, try it."
"You——Xuanyuan Mu, you are the worst and worst father in the world."
After saying that, he struggled to open the door with his little hands and left angrily.
When Jiao Li woke up at night, the first thing he did was to open the secret compartment and take out the letter Xuanyuan Mu left for him.
The letter was short, but its content was full of anger.
——Look at the good son you taught.
In the study, Xuanyuan Yanli was crying and said with deep disgust: "I have never seen such a cruel father...forcing his son to write so many things...his hands are about to be broken."
Gu Donglai, who was supervising on the side, couldn't help but comforted: "Little prince...if you don't finish last month's homework quickly, I'm afraid your hand will really be broken."
