By the time he finished putting on all his clothes, Zhang Jianing fondly caressed Wang Jie's hand and couldn't help but admire it again.
"Alright, Brother Jie, your aunt is waiting for you in the living room outside, you should go over."
"She will tell you what's the matter."
Hearing this, Wang Jie didn't feel like staying there any longer, and the next second, he strode meteorically to the living room.
At that moment in the Zhang family, in the spacious and luxurious living room, Wang Fengping held a glass of red wine in one hand and listened to a song, her brows filled with excitement.
"Yo, my dear big baby son, you're here, thank you for making the effort to come this way."
Hearing this, Wang Jie felt a headache coming on.
"I'm saying, are you really his fucking mother? This is how you treat your son? If something were to happen to him, I wonder who the hell would take care of you in your old age?"