"Little rascal, who's trying to curry favor with you?" He dotingly kissed Little Ye'er's small face.
Little Ye'er disdainfully raised his small hand to wipe the spot where he was kissed, "No kissing me."
"Your father can't give you a kiss?"
"No." Little Ye'er patted his shoulder, "Let me down quickly, I won't let you hold me."
"... You little brat, I won't let go." Xiao Yuchuan held his son's small body, reluctant to let go. Time flies and before he knew it, his son was almost five years old; time shows no mercy.
"If you don't put me down, I'll get angry!" Little Ye'er put on a stern little face. That cute and charming look of his could melt anyone's heart.
"I really want to know what will happen if you get angry?" Xiao Yuchuan was completely unconcerned, not feeling threatened by his son.
"The consequences are very serious." Little Ye'er's small face was full of seriousness.
"How serious?"
