Yousheng bowed his head and whispered to Zhuzhu, "Zhuzhu, I'll hang up first. I'll play with you next time."
Then quickly turned off the phone and stood honestly in front of Xizeer: "Dad will... spank me."
Yousheng rubbed his little butt, remembering the last time he was spanked, he still felt a bit sore.
Xizeer said coldly, "Running home after causing trouble, only hiding behind grandpa. When grandpa isn't around, you look for mom. Kang Jue, is escaping all you know how to do?"
These words were meant for a three-year-old child to hear, but he didn't quite understand. Although Yousheng was smart, that was only compared to kids his age. His world was simple, his thoughts were pure; he was just a three-year-old child.
After causing trouble, afraid of being spanked, he instinctively sought someone who could protect him, either grandpa or mom.
Xizeer said, "Stand up straight, lift your head, look at me."
Yousheng pouted, his big round eyes looking at Xizeer.
