Xiaoze blinked and blinked again: "Daddy, you haven't actually given up deep down, right? You know Mommy can't bear to be without me, so you want to use me to force her hand…"
Yan Sijue, slightly annoyed by his son's astute observation, lowered his face and said: "You're almost six years old, I need to arrange some coursework for you."
Xiaoze waved his hand cheerfully: "Whatever, I'm not afraid."
Yan Sijue leaned down to pick him up, chuckling, "You cheeky boy…"
Xiaoze lay on his shoulder, muttering, "I can walk by myself."
Yan Sijue gave him a light smack on the behind.
Xiaoze yelped, annoyed: "If you want to hold me, just say so… Daddy, you're really something…"
Yan Sijue gave him another smack, and Xiaoze finally closed his mouth.
Soon, Yan Sijue put him down, and Xiaoze realized they were in a dining room.
The table was filled with an array of dishes, and Xiaoze's eyes widened!
"Daddy, do you really need to have so many dishes for each meal? What a waste!"
