Tuanzi and his suitcase all fell onto the children's bed that Su Li had specially prepared for him. He was happily rolling around on the bed, his little legs occasionally shaking.
"My mama is not your wife yet, papa, don't talk nonsense."
Feng Huaijin saw Su Li sprawled on the bed, kissing and hugging the little brat, a hundred times more enthusiastic than towards him, feeling a bit jealous inside.
Feng Huaijin's long hand rested in his pocket, calmly tossing out a sentence: "Forget it, I was thinking of taking some little ones to have a parent-child meal, but you can just roll around with your mama on the bed."
Tuanzi's ears perked up instantly, his round eyes suddenly lit up, and he sprang up from the bed, excitedly following Feng Huaijin, looking up at the back of Feng Huaijin's head: "Papa, I want to go, Tuanzi wants to go with papa and mama."
Feng Huaijin leisurely walked downstairs, casually reminding: "Your mama isn't my wife right now."
