Song Xiaolong wanted to say that his main point was not that he was looking at a beautiful woman, but that the woman had eyes very similar to Xiao Xiaoang's, big and bright, with a gleam in them like sparkling glass, lighting up with every glance.
She was an elf, and this Young Master was like a little elf.
But with Xiao Xiaoang interrupting like that, Xiao Yan and his son wouldn't revisit the focus of his words.
"Xiao Yan, next time I go to a concert, I'll come by myself, or you can wait for me outside."
Xiao Xiaoang, holding Little Tiger, mumbled his suggestion as he walked beside Xiao Yan.
"What's wrong? Dad's accompanying you, and yet you're not happy?"
"Um... with you with me, of course I'm happy, but you fell asleep just now... um..."
"I sleep my sleep, you listen to your music, does it conflict?"
"Oh, Xiao Yan, if you say that, I'll be so embarrassed..."
"Come here, let me see how big your face is, you're actually starting to dislike your old man?"
