"Er? You are regretful?" The man chuckled uncontrollably. This child was such a smooth-talker; who did he learn it from?
"Whether you choose to be family or foe, it's got nothing to do with me. Whatever it is, you will never be part of my family!" the little lad declared before lowering his voice, "Return mommy to me. I'm warning you; you'd better not touch her."
He sounded cold and malicious. While his voice sounded tender and youthful, his tone was deterrent.
Mu Yazhe realized that despite the twins being born on the same day, they were very different.
Compared to the rascal on the phone, Little Yichen was an angel.
This son had his father's charisma; both talked in the same fashion. He was bold and daring just like his father despite his young age.
"You are not adorable at all," he commented while sitting on the bed and tenderly stroking Yun Shishi's cheeks.
"Hmph. It's none of your business."
