In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

Guaizi followed Cheng Xiangdong to participate in the show and did not show up again. Unlike the other kids who received various advertisements after the show, Cheng Xiangdong also didn't like posting about his son on Weibo, so Guaizi was rarely seen by the outside world.

They were photographed by the reporters today, even with Han Jiamu's cold gaze of poking people out of holes, they would not take a step back!

"Little Cheng Muyun, Auntie wants to ask you, where's your father?" The female reporter grinned, thinking she was very gentle.

Guaizi turned his face to look at her for a while, and when everyone thought he wouldn't talk to the female reporter, he pouted his fleshy face, raised his little hand, pointed at Han Jiamu and said, "Daddy is here."

Han Jiamu raised his eyebrows, turned his head and made a noise on his soft face.

The female reporter was stunned for a moment, and the other people beside her were also stunned, and then realized that the fat boy always called him Daddy when he called him Dad.

"Auntie asked wrongly. Auntie asked about your father's place."

The boy frowned, and asked with a serious face, "Where is my father, and what does it have to do with auntie?"

With a puff, except for the embarrassed female reporter, everyone else couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This child is really worthy of getting along with Han Jiamu, what he said can choke people to death.

Han Jiamu was also very satisfied with his son's answer. If Cheng Xiangdong heard the boy talk like this, he would take the initiative to apologize to the female reporter, saying that the child was ignorant and talking nonsense, and he would teach the boy not to be so rude, even if he was impatient and didn't like it. It can't be expressed so bluntly.

But Han Jiamu wouldn't be like this. He felt that his son's reaction was really normal. Could it be that he had to tell anyone who asked?What a big face!

The smile on the female reporter's face was already stiff, but Han Jiamu didn't seem to notice it. Holding the son in his arms, he changed the direction and patted him, "I can only say sorry for the questions you have asked, and I don't have an answer that can be answered. Make room, we're going home."

After he finished speaking, he gave the bodyguard a wink regardless of everyone's expressions, and strode away with his boy in his arms.

By the time the reporters wanted to rush up again, only one big and one small were left behind.

On the way to the reception, Cheng Xiangdong found a corner to hide out of boredom, checked the news with his mobile phone, his eyes widened and he was dumbfounded.

[Han Jiamu brings Cheng Muyun home and runs into a reporter. ]

[The fat boy spoke surprisingly, why did he tell you where my daddy is. ]

[What is the relationship between Han Jiamu and Cheng Xiangdong? ]

Cheng Xiangdong took a deep breath and clicked on the short video about his son's amazing language, his eyes widened the more he watched.

"My goodness!"

"Xiangdong, your son is so cute." The person next to him who was also hiding away joked.

Cheng Xiangdong smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said in his heart that it was very cute, and I was about to die of anger!

"I'll make a phone call." He walked quickly to the bathroom, he had to find a place with few people, and call to ask!

Han Jiamu took a bath for the good boy, and just as he took the wet fat boy out of the bathtub, he heard the phone ring. He quickly wrapped his son in a towel and carried him out, took the phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"Han Jiamu, have you lost your mind?"

"Daddy~"

... Cheng Xiangdong paused, realizing that he had been impulsive just now, and he didn't expect his son to answer the call.

"Good boy, where's Dad?"

"Dad is giving me a bath!" Possessing his little butt, the boy put his face on the screen of the phone, kicking his fat legs, "Daddy, when are you coming back? Dad said we want to have dinner together."

"Daddy has to wait for a while, good boy, let daddy answer the phone first."

Han Jiamu dressed his son beside him and said, "Tell me, I'm always here."

"Your son was interviewed just now?"

"Ah."

"You just watched him choke that female reporter?"

"Chocking female reporter?" Han Jiamu stood up the boy and put on his clothes. "When did he choke?"

Cheng Xiangdong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "You thick-skinned, can you not pass it on to my son!"

Han Jiamu chuckled lightly, picked up his fragrant and well-dressed son, and kissed him, "Drink less, we'll talk about it when you come back."

"Oh."

Cheng Xiangdong didn't realize until he hung up the phone over there, he was fooled!