"Just playing around?" Emperor Yongning laughed.
His youngest son had been frail and sickly since childhood, and very timid too. Normally, it was difficult to get him to say more than a few words, let alone play around with others—it was simply impossible.
Today he actually played around with that little brat?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Emperor Yongning rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Jun Yu was crying, crying very bitterly, his face covered in tears and snot. "Big brother, why do you never have time? Do you really have no time, or do you not want to see me?"
"It's not what you think."
"Then what is it like?" Jun Yu cried even harder.
Jun Ning panicked like an ant on a hot pan, "You, don't cry!"
Jun Yu insisted on crying, and not only cried but cried louder and with more tears.
