"Wow, uncle, what are you trying to do?" Yangyang put his hands on his hips and exclaimed, "It's wrong of you to sneak up on me like that. And to think I was even going to ask if you wanted to have dinner at my house."
"What is Prince Le trying to do?" After Ye Zi'an finished talking with Yang Chuxia, he also came into the room and just saw Prince Le stretching out a hand, but he was a bit far from the children. By the time Ye Zi'an arrived, Yangyang had already jumped away on his own.
Hearing him speak, Yangyang tugged on his clothes, "Pretty dad, he's being too much. He tried to grab my neck."
"Don't be scared, there's daddy here."
"Pretty dad, I'm not afraid at all." Yangyang raised his little fist, "Hmph, little master here is really good at martial arts; ordinary people can't beat me."
He remembered that even pretty dad's cousin couldn't beat him.
Prince Le quietly sat there, observing the expressions of the father and sons.
He sneered, curling his lips.
