Yang Chuxia was also quite helpless, her son's habit had been like this since childhood, she simply couldn't manage it.
"Oh, brother, you're really picky." Yangyang rolled his eyes at him, "We're brothers, what's wrong with being affectionate? When you're seventy or eighty, you might want me to kiss you, but I'd dislike your wrinkled face then."
"Haha..."
"Haha..."
"Pft..."
Ye Zi'an held back his laughter and gave Yangyang a thumbs-up, son, you're impressive.
Yang Chuxia did the same, hugging the impatient Yangyang with his little pouting face, "Little two, you're really too funny. I really like your little mouth." She said and gave a peck on his little lips.
Immediately, Yangyang was stunned, then under Ye Zi'an's angry glare, he blushed, burying his little face in Yang Chuxia's shoulder, Oh my, so shy, mother actually kissed his little lips!
Comparatively, while the Ye Family in the carriage was merry, other places weren't as pleasant.
