"All right, I get it, you did that on purpose."
Jiang Boya was utterly helpless. Looking dejected, he shifted his gaze to Kang Li: "Lili, can you please stop laughing at your dad?"
"I'm not, I'm not laughing."
She cut off her laughter at once, but in no time at all, Kang Li was practically bursting trying to hold it in.
Seeing the laughter spilling from her eyes and the corners of her lips curling up, Jiang Boya sighed: "Go ahead and laugh, don't hold it in. If you make yourself sick from holding it, the one who'll feel heartache is still your dad, me."
At that, Kang Li "pfft"ed and burst out laughing. She said, "Dad, I'm not laughing at you, okay? I just think you and Grandpa have such a loving father‑son relationship, you two are really close. I'm happy for you!"
