Ye Liyan raised an eyebrow at his son, letting out a light 'hmph': "Do you have a meal ticket?"
The little guy saw his dad was sparring with him and got fired up: "So, are you not planning to support me anymore? Well, that's perfect. A few days ago, Lin Youpang said he wanted to become sworn brothers with me.
His mom even said I was way cuter than Lin Xiaopang. If only I were her son, it would be great. If you're not going to take care of me, then I'll go be Lin's mom's son."
Ye Silai heard his little brother and covered his face; it was just teasing, but his brother took it seriously.
Xinyan glanced at Ye Liyan, who was standing there, cracking his knuckles ready to give his youngest son a lesson, and couldn't help but laugh, teasingly saying: "Ye Liyan, for the past few months, have you been torturing your son's stomach? Look at how he's been driven to join the dining hall."
