Tuanzi's big, round eyes suddenly opened wide, and his cute little face was full of anger.
What are they doing?
Tuanzi grabbed the binoculars from the table and stared downstairs. Through the binoculars, he saw more clearly. It was clearly winter, yet that pretty aunt was wearing very thin clothes, standing in front of his dad with a shy face, talking about who knows what.
Tuanzi got a bit angry. He had deliberately used his mom's tone to make his dad come for breakfast. Why was his dad standing downstairs with the pretty aunt?
Tuanzi tilted his head and thought, there was a saying circulating in An City, the Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family is naturally flirtatious...
Tuanzi was wrapped in a bath towel, pacing anxiously in the living room. He rushed to the coffee table, picked up a big red apple, and wanted to throw it down.
"No, the teacher said that throwing objects from a height can kill someone, it can be deadly," Tuanzi muttered to himself, clutching his head.
