"Yan Xingrong, shut your mouth!"
Yan Xiaoqi roared, calling Yan Six by his full name: "He's just a child, what are you competing with him for?"
Yan Six ran a hand through his hair and bit back angrily: "If we don't make it clear, do you want him to keep causing a fuss about leaving?"
"Yan Xiaoqi, do you think it will stop just because he throws a tantrum? If we don't tell him the severity of the situation, do you believe that today he's smashing things, and tomorrow he could go on hunger strike as protest? Ha, a child can come up with all sorts of tricks."
"Even us adults can be played like puppets in his little hands."
"..."
Yan Xiaoqi glared hard at Yan Six, speechless, then turned around and tried to smile at Xiaoyi.
"Xiaoyi, don't worry, your grandfather is still looking for your daddy, he will find him. Just stay home and wait for them to come back, okay?"
He reached out to hug Xiaoyi, but unexpectedly, Xiaoyi's emotions exploded, and crying out loud, he shouted:
