The two entered the suite one after the other. Yanling sat on the sofa, crossing his arms with a lofty, cold demeanor, "Hmph, I knew Uncle Li had bad intentions, sure enough!"
Yan Luoxi walked over and placed her bag on the sofa. She patted Yanling's shoulder and said with a chuckle, "Children shouldn't talk like adults."
Yanling lifted his chin high, "I'm not a child, Mommy. When we move to the new house, don't tell Uncle Li the address, then he won't be able to pester us."
Hearing this, Yan Luoxi looked up at Li Yeqi, asking him with her eyes, is this what you meant by settled?
Li Yeqi shrugged and mouthed back, like mother, like son—unpredictable temper, just the same.
Yan Luoxi: "..."
Yanling saw them exchanging glances and said, "Stop exchanging glances, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. I'm a smart kid, I won't be fooled by you."
Yan Luoxi nudged his head, "Who praises themselves for being smart? Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."
