"What do you think?" she retorted.
"I want to hear you say it." he insisted.
"Ah, you're so old and still so mushy." Little Ye'er poked his little head out from the side room door, "I promise on behalf of my mom."
"You little rascal, at least you've got a heart." Xiao Yuchuan was satisfied with the reply but begrudgingly added, "Your mom is not even twenty-two, and I haven't reached twenty-nine. We're young, so don't you ever say your parents are old, it's misleading."
Little Ye'er argued confidently, "Everything should be reasonable. Whether you're old or not depends on who you compare to. For example, I'm just five years old. Compared to me, aren't you old?"
"..." Xiao Yuchuan really had no way to deal with his son. The little rascal's tone was just like his.
Su Qingyue watched the father and son staring at each other and smiled as she walked into the room.
