After feeding the little one, the big one still hadn't moved.
Gu Xiaoer glanced at him, putting on a stern face: "Eat up, you're a grown man now, do I have to feed you?"
Han Luoli really wanted to say "Yes," even if he were old, turned into an old man, he'd still want her to feed him. Catching the look Li Wanzi threw over, the man snorted coldly through his nose and silently picked up his chopsticks to eat.
After dinner, he was determined to have a good talk with the little rascal.
The family of three dawdled over dinner, and then Gu Xiaoer went to tidy up in the kitchen.
The big man finally got his chance, he scooped up the little guy from the chair and tucked him under his arm, heading upstairs.
"Don't shout, running to a woman to complain is no skill!" Han Luoli lowered his voice, directly warning Li Wanzi.
The little man pursed his lips firmly, not making a sound, but his small arms still hit the man's strong arm with great force, though it felt more like a tickle.
