Dodging Su Nian's hand, Yixin glanced inside the box, "I'll keep it then, it might come in handy sometime."
Su Nian let out a soft sigh, perplexed. She wasn't like this, neither was Luoz, why was Yixin being such? (Zheng Haoyu stomped his foot, "That's my son, my son!")
Gently caressing Yixin's cheek once again, Yiqiao couldn't stand it any longer. He nestled his head against Su Nian's chest, giving her a puppy dog stare, "Mommy, since brother doesn't like being touched, why not touch me instead? I like it."
Su Nian was at a loss for words with this son of hers, poking him on the forehead, "You little imp, you're going to be the death of me one day!"
"How could that be, Mommy? I'm so well-behaved, loved by all, how could I possibly make you angry?" Yiqiao blinked his large eyes innocently, looking at Su Nian.
