That's Just A Blatant Waste Of Money!

'Chu Luoning, who's that?'

'No idea!'

The little darling gurgled with laughter and pressed around the keyboard, discovering new territories. As for everything else, he could not understand it at all.

When Shui Anluo heard the tone in Chu Ningyi's voice, she felt a numbness creep up into her scalp. She quickly pulled the little darling away and held him in her arms.

"Brother Chu, calm down, calm down. This is your son. He's really your son, really." Shui Anluo smiled awkwardly as if she was afraid that Chu Ningyi would really hit the little darling.

The little darling's eyes darted around after he was picked up by his mommy. He reached out again to play with his dad's keyboard.

Shui Anluo held his tiny hand in the palm of her hand. Does this kid not know that he was about to get beaten?