No More Trouble, No More You
"Cough cough!"
Sharon choked on her own saliva.
Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp!
Chris's handsome face turned bright red.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward.
"James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily.
The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?"
Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"