God, don't be so arrogant

Chapter 117 I'm Not Daddy's Son
The more she thought about it, the heavier the resentment in Yu Ying's heart, and the stronger her hatred for An Ting and Ji Lingfeng.

Yu Ying watched Ji Xiaotian caressing the tea set constantly, tightened her fingers, and smiled.

"Xiaotian, I'll go get your favorite Dahongpao and let the servant soak it for you."

Ji's old house, back garden.

The sun was shining, Ji Xiaomo held Ning Xia's hand, wandered slowly in the garden, found a clean place, and sat down one after another.

Ji Xiaotian's words flashed over and over again in his mind.

"Four years ago, because of that accident, I could indulge you, but now you can only obey my arrangement."

"You should know that his existence is already my biggest concession."

"Four years ago, because of that accident, I could indulge you, but now you can only obey my arrangement."

"You should know that his existence is already my biggest concession."

Ji Xiaomo looked at the grass in front of him with a gloomy face, and with his little hand, he ruthlessly tore off many grass stems.

What did he mean by that?Am I really not Daddy's son?Could it be that this is why he has always disliked me?

Some answers are about to come out, but Ji Xiaomo stubbornly suppresses the doubts in his heart.

Ningxia looked around at the beautiful scenery of the garden, and couldn't stop admiring in his eyes. When he turned around, he saw Ji Xiaomo pulling the grass with his head down depressed. After a while, he tore off a piece of grass around him.

Ning Xia gently tugged on Ji Xiaomo's sleeve, "Xiaomo, what are you thinking?"

Ji Xiaomo raised his head suddenly, the haze in his eyes startled Ning Xia, that kind of eyes shouldn't be something he should have at his age.

Ji Xiaomo shrugged his shoulders, saw the concern and astonishment in Ning Xia's eyes, and opened his mouth lightly.

"I didn't think about anything, I just didn't want to understand something."

Ning Xia moved her head closer, "Talk? What did you say that you didn't understand?"

Ji Xiaomo clapped his little hands, stood in front of Ningxia, imitating Ji Xiaotian's tone, and described carefully word by word.

"You should know that his existence is already my biggest concession. Tell me, what exactly does Grandpa mean?"

After hearing this, Ning Xia paused in her heart. Today, the way Ji Xiaotian looked at Ji Xiaomo was completely looking at a stranger. She couldn't figure it out at first, but after hearing what Ji Xiaotian said, she vaguely understood What.

Ji Xiaomo is so smart, how could he not guess what Ji Xiaotian meant, he just wanted to know from other people's mouths.

Although Ji Xiaomo's life experience is unknown, Ningxia can be sure that Ji Xiaomo is not Ji Lingfeng's son.

Because a tiger's poison does not eat its sons, an old man will never be cold to his own grandchildren.

"This... He should have said it casually."

Seeing the panic in Ningxia's eyes, Ji Xiaomo chuckled at himself. Now, even a woman who pulls out began to sympathize with his identity.

Ji Xiaomo took a step forward, looked into Ning Xia's eyes, and said seriously: "Are you thinking that I am not Daddy's son?"

"Eh? How could it be? You must be Ji Lingfeng's son. You are all equally high-handed and ruthless, hehe..."

The sadness in Ji Xiaomo's eyes made Ningxia's heart ache. No matter whose son he is, he is just a child, a child who needs the care of adults.

(End of this chapter)