Ye Jinqing directly ignored Lin Hanfeng's words. So what if his daughter could call him dad? His son was already the richest man at a young age, his daughter owned a big company at a young age, Ye Jinqing had long become the true winner in life. Even if in the future he had another son who was a fool from a landlord's family, so what? Who cares!
Ye Jinqing stuffed his phone in his pocket, then went to hold his silly son.
Little Deep was unusually quiet, neither liking to cry nor fuss, and recently he'd been able to totter around with the help of adults.
Ye Jinqing carried Little Deep out to the lawn outside the villa to teach his son how to walk.
Little Deep was very brave. Even if Ye Jinqing suddenly let go, Little Deep wouldn't be afraid. If he fell, he didn't cry; instead, he laughed happily, as if it was something so fun. Ye Jinqing didn't think his younger son was brave but rather felt more and more silly, only fools wouldn't be afraid.
