In two moves, he climbed onto Yan Ye and hung on.
"Dad, why is there only you and me in the bed? Don't I have a little sister? And a mom!" Xiaocheng mumbled to himself.
This question felt like a spell that tightened Yan Ye's headache.
So, he picked him up.
And went to brush their teeth and wash their faces together.
Because Xiaocheng asked this almost every day, Yan Ye initially explained it to him, but later he stopped answering.
He let him wail for a bit, and once he got tired, he would stop.
After the father and son finished freshening up, Xiaocheng insisted on being carried to have breakfast.
If it weren't for Lian Xinying not being around, Yan Ye wouldn't indulge him in everything.
The butler saw Yan Ye carrying Xiaocheng out and remained very calm, but felt very envious inside.
In everyone's eyes, Yan Ye was a very aloof person, yet he was very warm with his wife and child.
So everyone envied those who received Yan Ye's enthusiasm.
