Xiaoyi stood tense and still, casting a surreptitious glance towards Jiujiu's location with reddened eyes.
He also worried he might soften at heart. Even before his eyes laid on his sister, his small head quickly turned back, his gaze stubbornly fixed on Yan Qi.
"Uncle Qi, Xiaoyi has made up his mind; no matter what you say, I am going home!"
Yan Qi's temples twitched, his mood almost in sync with Yan Liu's agitation.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, he still patiently said, "You want to go home, and you can, but not now."
"The New Year is almost upon us, wait until after the holidays. Uncle Qi will drive you home, okay?"
This little guy can neither be coaxed nor deceived, truly possessing the ability to drive adults insane.
Yan Qi finally understood why Yan Liu was so on edge just moments ago.
"Uncle Qi, you're just stalling for time."
Xiaoyi's small brows furrowed deeply, and he was not fooled by Yan Qi's words, insisting firmly:
