Little Jia You continued to shake his head: "No need to discuss with An Nan, you set it up for me, I'll just tell An Nan."
This arrangement seemed perfectly natural to An Jiayou; since he was little, this was how they interacted—making his own decisions and only discussing with the other when he couldn't handle things. However, this mode of interaction made Lin Mubai's heart ache. In his view, a child could be mature, yet should also have their innocence, the right to be able to act spoiled or throw a little tantrum at times.
Yet, the little one in front of him had been stripped of this right too early and was left only with precociousness.
An Jiayou sensitively noticed the concern in his eyes and smiled lightly, saying nonchalantly, "It's okay, I think it's quite nice this way. Everyone has their own life, and I'm glad to be An Nan's son."
Within his words, Lin Mubai also smiled with relief, and the two did not continue with the topic afterward.
