His small hand formed a fist, and he extended it just right to punch the man's chin.
Uh...
Mo Nanjue's eyes suddenly grew cold, and Mo Yaochenn hurriedly chuckled, hugging his neck with both arms and wrapping his legs around his waist, "Daddy ╭(╯3╰)╮"
Mo Nanjue lifted a hand to support his little bottom, Chennchenn lay on his shoulder, "Are we going to the South Pole?"
"..."
Is it already this cold?
Mo Nanjue glanced sideways, seeing there was still a short distance, he carried Chennchenn back to the cabin, "Why are you standing still? Come over!"
Tong Ran quickly jogged over, would it kill him to speak gently?!
The cabin was somewhat warmer, and it had all the necessary amenities. Mo Beiyan sat at the dining table, making a sandwich with salad dressing all over. Tong Ran glanced at him in surprise, "Weren't we not supposed to eat anything?"
We're on our way to a sea burial...
