Yu Jingchen squinted at her. "What did you say? Say it again."
An Ning's eyes flashed with anger. "I said you should go, tonight Qianqian will sleep here. Hmm, the bed, it will be a bit cramped with three people, so you should go."
Yu Jingchen asked, leaning close to An Ning. "Are you kicking me out of the room?"
An Ning nodded her head. "Of course, you can say that."
"How daring."
Yu Ziqian sat up angrily, unwillingly speaking to his dad. "Why do you have to touch An Ning's bottom?"
"Because she's not behaving," Yu Jingchen said as if it were a matter of course.
"But I didn't see An Ning misbehave." The child's eyes were exceptionally clear, able to see everything clearly.
Thinking of deceiving him, no way.
Yu Jingchen chuckled again, pinched his son's little cheek. "If you don't believe it, you can ask An Ning if dad hit her."
Yu Ziqian's dark and bright eyes, filled with doubt and worry, looked at mom. "Ningning, tell the truth, did dad hit you?"
