He Longze felt that having a son was like being pursued for debts and competing for affection.
The words he just said were overheard, and now he would probably struggle to explain even with ten mouths.
Yet he still tried to please the little fellow by serving him food, putting on a smile and saying, "I say, He Siqi, you must have heard wrong, right? How could I possibly bear to send you back to your grandpa's house? Besides, mom is yours, and mine too, we can all sleep together, there's no need for such harshness, right?"
"Hmph, I don't want to talk to you, I'm very annoyed."
Little Tuanyuan turned his head away, not giving He Longze a glance.
He looked at him with cold eyes, showing no warmth.
Ye Lantian laughed, patting his son's head, and handed him chopsticks, "Eat first, fill your stomach, grow tall, and then you'll have the right to go against your dad."
Little Tuanyuan took the chopsticks, tilted his chin up wanting to kiss Ye Lantian.
