Rong Ye stood alone outside the gate, so frustrated he angrily kicked a small pebble on the ground.
Unluckily for him, even the pebble seemed to have an attitude today. The tiny stone flew forward, slammed hard against a tree trunk, and bounced straight back onto his forehead with a sharp clack!
"Ouch! Damn it!"
Rong Ye clutched his forehead, cursing without restraint. It was truly a terrible, rotten day for him!
How was he supposed to console his angry female now?
And as for his little brat of a son…was he really just going to sit there and sulk? Couldn't that little fox cub help his poor father out just a little bit? After all, his father had done so much for him!
Sighing helplessly, Rong Ye looked at the house. Fine. Su Qinglan and Ciao Ciao were currently mad at him, but food was never innocent. Looking at the large basket of wild eggs he had gathered, a stroke of genius struck him.
