"Cousin, it's not nice to interrupt us when we're showing affection with our handsome dad," Yangyang turned his head immediately when he heard him speak.
"You could have pretended not to hear."
"Why should I pretend if I'm not deaf?" Luo Linhao thought this little guy was quite amusing. He stepped forward, picked him up, and started to pinch here and there on his body, "Yo, haven't seen you for a few years, and the little one can hop and run now? Look at how chubby you've become; you're almost a little fatso!"
"Wow, handsome dad, help, help, I'm being molested, molested!" Along with Luo Linhao's marauding hands came Yangyang's cries, akin to the squeals of a pig being butchered.
Luo Linhao's mouth twitched at the words, finally letting him go with disdain, "You little thing, you have no butt and no chest. Why would I molest you?"
