Chapter 87

After the little fellow finished making calls, she placed the phone back into Cynthia's bag and walked into her room. Cynthia was drying her hair, and today dozens of it had been torn off, causing her hair to faintly ache.

She dried her hair and brought her son out, walking towards the refrigerator, "Zion, Mummy wants to cook, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Mummy, take father's share!"

"He won't come back for dinner." Cynthia said with certainty.

"No, I think he will definitely come back. Mummy, just do as he says!"

"Are you so sure?" Cynthia turned her head back and looked at her son, a little doubtful.

"Hm!" "I'm sure." The little guy did not dare to say that he had secretly made a phone call.

Cynthia was a little conflicted over whether to do it or not. Don't waste your rice. "

He was able to make Mummy wait for a bit longer. He pulled her and said, "Mummy, let's not cook yet. I'm not hungry yet, can you play with me for a while?"

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