Xiao Qi Agreed

"Uncle Muye has come to find mother to write a screenwriter."

Zinian said as he held his phone and rested it on Leng Huaijin's lap. He then handed the game that he hadn't cleared to Leng Huaijin.

"Dad, I told you to reward me and help me finish this round, okay?"

"Good son, dad will help you play two games," Leng Huaijin took Zinian's phone and patted his head with approval.

Shen Weiyang looked at Zinian angrily. "Little traitor, did you betray your mother for one game?"

Zinian tried to please her by peeling the orange. "Mom, I will help you peel the orange."

"Little ghost spirit, you are the best." Shen Weiyang reached out and pinched her son's chubby little face.