Ye Xingbei was immediately warmed by him.
She smiled and touched Xiao Shumiao's little face: "Are you willing to go home now? You've only just come out for a little while, surely you haven't played enough yet?"
"Yeah, I haven't played enough yet," Xiao Shumiao said, "But mommy's health is more important. Xiao Shu likes boating, so daddy can bring Xiao Shu to play next time. Mommy feels uncomfortable on the boat, so mommy should rest at home."
Ye Xingbei was utterly warmed by him and couldn't help but hug him and give him a kiss, "Son, how are you so sweet?"
Caught off guard by the praise, Xiao Shumiao was so happy, showing his little white teeth: "Really, mommy, am I really that good?"
"Really," Ye Xingbei hugged him and kissed him several more times: "Xiao Shu is mommy's angel!"
Ye Xingbei rarely spoke such sentimental words so directly, and Xiao Shumiao's face was flushed with excitement.
