chapter 88 The infinitely beautiful Jiang Tianyu

After Morello Tudor discussed it with Heathland, he planned to leave.

"Dad!" A little boy of five or six years old ran out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

From behind, Heathland’s wife came out and said with an apologetic smile: “I’m sorry, my son has to pee and disturbs your conversation!”

Morello Tudor waved his hand: "It's okay, the conversation is over."

Heathland walked over with a smile, picked up his son, and...