Back in the house, suddenly a small figure bumped into his embrace.
Yan Ye looked closely and saw it was his son.
"Dad! Where did you go? Why did you come back so late? I'm about to go to sleep!" Xiaocheng had been watching cartoons earlier.
Seeing his son in clean white pajamas, Yan Ye's eyes were filled with tenderness.
"I went out to get some air. You don't like the cold, so I didn't call you," Yan Ye explained, which made Xiaocheng look at him as if he were an idiot.
"Dad, how could you like getting some air? If you do, just tell me!" Xiaocheng said, running off to fetch a notebook and fanning furiously in Yan Ye's direction!
Well done.
If Lian Xinying had such a good son, would he still be this troubled?
Yan Ye stayed in place, enjoying the breeze his son was making for him.
The gentle waves of air slowly dissipated the anger in his heart.
This was at home, facing his most adorable child, so he had to rein in his emotions and not let them affect the child.
