Sophie Wilson glared at him, while Charles Seymour kept staring at her with those clear bright eyes.
Sophie Wilson helplessly reached out, cupped Charles Seymour's face, and sighed, "Honey, don't you think getting jealous of your own son is super childish?"
Charles Seymour fixed his gaze on Sophie Wilson and answered seriously, "No, I don't."
Sophie Wilson: "..."
Fine, he wins!
"Come on, smack one right here." Sophie Wilson gave Charles Seymour a big kiss on the lips, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Happy now?"
Charles Seymour smacked his lips, and very reluctantly said, "It's… acceptable, I guess…"
"You jerk, you're begging for a beating!" Sophie Wilson raised her brows and "ferociously" declared, then directly tackled a certain someone and kissed him hard.
