He had been fine before he mentioned it, but the more he spoke, the more Yangyang's expression turned to one of a brooding grievance.
It made Ye Zi'an unable to ignore him even if he wanted to.
Turning his head, he glared at Mu Shaoling, "I think you're too idle, aren't you? Picking fights between father and son when there's nothing to do?"
"Hehe," Mu Shaoling chuckled and touched his nose.
"Yangyang!" Ye Zi'an called his son again, but this child also had his pride. Seeing how his father was ignoring him, he covered his ears with both hands, pretending not to hear.
But before long, Ye Zi'an picked him up, "Silly boy, you've even learned to deceive yourself."
"Hmph, Daddy, I'm angry, I'm seriously angry!" the little fellow puffed up in annoyance.
"Oh, come on," Ye Zi'an pinched his cheek, "Look at you acting all wronged. As a man, you should be magnanimous. Why bother getting angry? That's something only girls do."
