Baby, Mother's Good Baby

Accompanied by a howling wind, an antique flower vase smashed over.

But Xiao Tang dodged agilely.

He grimaced at the old woman. "If you can't hit me, you're useless. Look at your stick-like arm. You can't even hold a flower vase!"

"Catch him!" The old woman was completely enraged by Xiao Tang.

The housekeeper was stunned by the scene.

How could Xiao Tang be stupid enough to wait for someone to catch him? He turned around and ran out.

"Trash! You're the trash!" The old woman's angry roar sounded from behind. "Trash that can't even be caught… Trash with the surname Rong…"

Xiao Tang ran back to the house he and her mother lived in with a thumping heart.

"Mommy, quickly pack your luggage." He panted and said to Su Yanyun.

"Did you run three rounds around the island?" Su Yanyun looked at the sweating baby and wiped his face tenderly. "What's wrong? Look at how anxious you are."