Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 354: Yan Bao is angry.

Chapter 354: Yan Bao is angry.

"I grabbed 278!"

"I got fifty cents???"

"I scored 600!"

"Ah, why did you all manage to snatch them?! Wuuu, I feel like a little dog who brought its bowl over, only to be squeezed out at the end."

"I didn’t grab anything either, wuuu."

After Yueqing swiped a Yuegong Qingzhu, she stopped and posted a bullet screen comment: "Please continue to strive."

Five words that fully display the demeanor of a big shot.

The bullet screen erupted into chaos.

"It’s Big Boss Yue!"

"Big Boss Yue, swipe some more! I didn’t manage to grab anything just now!"

"Why did you stop after just one swipe today? Keep going, Big Boss Yue!"

"It’s not like you’re out of money, haha!"

"Are you teaching Big Boss Yue how to do things? Last time Big Boss Yue spent over 20 million in the Moon Project’s live broadcast! Besides, does she have to swipe tens of millions every time to be considered a big shot? Her various actions have long made her a big shot in my heart."

Yueqing didn’t pay attention to the content of the bullet screens.

She was about to swipe for the second time when the door sounded, and she quickly put down her phone to open the door.

"Mommy~"

Jun Yan had changed into a fluffy little panda pajama, with his arms and legs exposed, looking both adorable and inviting to cuddle.

Under the glow of the overhead light, his little face looked even smaller, making his skin appear whiter.

A pair of watery eyes switched back and forth between soft cuteness and sharp coldness, attracting much attention.

Yueqing quickly reached out to hold her son in her arms, taking a deep breath~

It seems there was still a hint of a soft milky scent~

Yes, having not seen her little treasure for just half an hour, Mommy missed her two little ones terribly!

"What does Yan Bao need from Mommy?"

Jun Yan split into a grin: "I came to say goodnight to Mommy~" He curiously peered toward the origin of the live broadcast’s sound in the room, blinking in wonder, "What is Mommy doing?"

Yueqing carried her son to the bed and handed him the phone: "Didn’t Mommy buy Big Cat TV? I am checking if the brothers and sisters in the live broadcasts are working hard."

Her manner was as if she were conducting an inspection.

Jun Yan uttered an "Oh" and recognized the person in the stream: "It’s Brother Fengteng!"

"Yes, Fengteng recently planned a project for a traditional Chinese medicine beverage, and Mommy thought it was really good, so I sent him a gift here."

Jun Yan nodded earnestly: "Brother Fengteng is a very planned person! When we chatted together last time, he said his goal was to extend the traditional Chinese medicine industry chain."

Promoting traditional Chinese medicine beverages is just a trial.

If successful, Chu Fengteng has even larger scale plans and ambitions.

As the mother and son were chatting, Jun Yan, seeing the bullet screen discussions about whether Big Boss Yue should continue sending gifts, suddenly pursed his lips.

He was born handsome; wherever he went, he drew immediate attention from those around him.

With a visual appeal six points higher than a child star’s plus a cool and dominant temperament, he often mesmerized people.

But when he returned to Yueqing’s side, the aloofness he carried began to fade, replaced by an admiring soft sweetness.

Nowadays, one seldom saw his "fierce expression" demeanor.

At a glance, it was clear that the little guy was upset.

"Yan Bao, there’s no need to fuss over those people," Yueqing soothed, rubbing the little guy’s head.

Jun Yan was displeased: "Hmph! These keyboard warriors, they find the opportunity to nitpick Mommy. Do they treat their own mommies the same way? So annoying!"

He didn’t want to engage with the keyboard warriors, but seeing them continually spamming, his temper flared.

My mommy is the best in the world!

She gives you a gift so that you can grab a red envelope, and you still get greedy?

What about you guys? How much have you drunk to dare to point out faults in my mommy?

He rested his hand on the input field, pausing for two seconds.