Dr. Jiang's Daily Adversities

“Mo Zhining, don’t be stupid,” the man suddenly said.

The threatening words rang in his ears, and the kid was startled:

“I know.”

His father was telling him not to draw the worst room.

But who could guarantee such a thing?

Moreover, the show crew was very wicked!

At this moment, Ye Hao was also whispering to his son, “When you draw, rely on our instinct. Don’t hesitate. Grab and take it out!”

Sometimes instinct was reliable!

It was commonly known as the sixth sense.

Shitou nodded firmly.

“Okay!”

The host smiled.

“Little Shitou, come on.”

Shitou walked forward. He rubbed his hands and exhaled twice before he finally put his little hand into the box.

His father had told him to take out the one he grabbed!

He quickly grabbed one ball.

The host immediately announced, “Ye family has Room No.1!”

Ye Hao went up to the host and asked bluntly, “Brother Yang, tell us something. From number one to number five, which room is the best?”

Yang Yu looked at Ye Hao and said, “Number One!”

In any case, they’d find it out sooner or later.

Immediately, the father and son of the Ye family burst into laughter.

“Dad, we drew the best one!” Little Shitou said excitedly.

Ye Hao hugged his son and kissed him fiercely.

“Son, you’re amazing!”

One had to know that they would stay in this place for one week.

Good accommodation was important for their mood!

The host spoke again, “Shitou, you can go to your room with your dad.”

However, Shitou didn’t move.

“Uncle host, can I wait here and go with Ninging?”

“Of course!” The host looked at the Mo family.

“Little Ningning, it’s your turn.”

Although two families had already drawn, little Ningning was still nervous when it was his turn.

“Dad?” He called out in a particularly soft voice.

Mo Boyuan rubbed his son’s head.

“Go.”

The kid slowly walked forward. The box was a little high, and he had to stand on his toes to put his hand in.

Mo Boyuan had been looking at his son, so the father and son did not notice the hint of a meaningful smile on the host’s face.

When the kid caught the ping-pong ball and saw the number on it, he was dumbfounded.

The host hurriedly announced, “Mo family drew the Room No. 5.”

Mo Boyuan looked at his dumbfounded son and sighed silently.

It was done. What else could he do?

He could only accept it!

“Mo Zhining, let’s go.”

After the kid heard his father’s voice, he finally came back to his senses. At the same time, his little face was full of grievance.

The worst!

He could not believe it!

Shitou, who was watching from the side, was sympathetic.

“Ninging, our room is the best. You and Uncle Mo can join us!” He invited.

Ye Hao nodded in agreement.

But the little kid was determined to follow the rules despite his young age.

“Thank you, Shitou, but there’s no need.”

After all, he wanted a place of his own!

No matter how bad the Room No.5 was, he had drawn it personally!

Seeing this, Mo Boyuan’s eyes flashed with approval.