Chapter 212

C212 – You Don’t Care?

“Who wants you to help me wash it!”

Shang Cijie immediately retorted when he heard it from the outside, but his face was completely red.

Mu Sifa was only joking, but he didn’t expect Shang Cijie to reply, so he was stunned.

He suddenly laughed. Yeah! He was still Shang Xiaojie of the past, just a little mature, but he was still him.

“How disgusting. Why are you laughing by yourself?” Shang Mingming began to dislike Mu Sifa again.

Sometimes, the more you hate a person, the more it shows that you care about that person. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have deliberately refuted everything he said.

“With your personality, you really don’t resemble your mother at all.”

“Humph! Who said that? I’m just like Xiaojie, not you.”

They began to bicker again.

After five minutes, Mu Sifa came out with Shang Mingming, who had finished showering.

Shang Mingming was naked and did not wear anything, because Shang Cijie forgot to bring the pajamas to him.

“Alright, alright, alright. Your mom will help you put it on.”

Mu Sifa didn’t want to anger Shang Mingming either, so he gave the pajamas to Shang Cijie and just carried them.

“Little guy, do you want to eat the fried buns?”

Thinking that Shang Mingming had a very noisy personality, Mu Sifa called him Little Rascal and stopped calling him by his first name.

“Who is the little guy? I’m not.” Her cheeks were puffy and cute.

“You’re so naughty, this little guy suits you!” Mu Sifa still smiled.

Shang Mingming’s displeasure increased. He couldn’t compare to Mu Sifa, so he said to Shang Cijie in annoyance, “Your man bullied me, but you don’t care?”

“He’s not my man.” He quickly refuted.

Shang Cijie was almost angered to death by Shang Mingming, so he suddenly said this to him.

“I don’t care. It’s your man. He bullied me. I hate him.” Shang Mingming was furious and kept making a ruckus in Mu Sifa’s arms. This time, he really did look like a child.

“Give my son back to me.” Shang Cijie reached out to carry Shang Mingming back. However, Mu Sifa did not give in and replied with a smile, “It can’t be that it’s not my son!”

These words blocked Shang Cijie’s way and made him a bit angry. He looked so cute with his teeth gritted and his spirit was on the same level as Shang Cijie.