Yu Siqiao's heart was completely filled by his beloved daughter's words. He willingly supported her as she reached above his head, grasping at leaves and butterflies, occasionally interacting with Yu Mengmeng, her voice so crisp that it melted hearts.
Beside him, Mo Shu said, "Honey, why don't you play with our son too? Look, he's only able to play with toys here."
Yu Siqiao looked slightly disdainful and said, "A real man, yet still needs someone to play with him—can't he be a bit more independent!"
His son puffed his cheeks, feeling wronged, and said, "But Dad, I'm the same age as Sister!"
"Sister is a girl and naturally needs protection. As her brother, you should protect her more, play with her more, and let her have her way more often, understand?"
His son seemed even more aggrieved and murmured, "Okay."
Mo Shu, feeling sorry for him, picked up her son and said, "Don't mind Daddy, Mommy will play with you."
