After Lian Xinying got up holding Miaomiao, Yan Ye sneaked into the child's room.
Xiaocheng was still sleeping.
"Son!"
Yan Ye pinched his son's tender little face.
After smacking his little lips, Xiaocheng slowly woke up.
Seeing it was his dad, Xiaocheng pouted his little mouth, feeling a bit aggrieved.
"Did your mom talk to you last night?" Yan Ye was still very concerned about Lian Xinying.
After Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, he nodded vigorously: "Mom talked to me a lot last night! Dad, which one do you want to hear?"
Yan Ye was stunned for a moment, then directly scooped his son into his arms: "Tell Dad everything you remember... especially about Dad..."
"Oh..." Xiaocheng reached out to scratch his messy hair, thought and thought, and finally shook his little head like a rattle, "Didn't say anything about Dad!"
Seeing his son's heavy eyelids and sleepy face, Yan Ye put him down.
Feeling a bit defeated.
