Two rounds later, Youyou, who was now drenched in sweat, was scared out of his wits.
"I don't want to play anymore! This is no fun!"
What kind of game was this? It was not fun at all!
The boy glared at his father in indignation. Afraid that he would throw him up again, he held tightly onto his clothes as he bit his lower lip with force.
The man raised a brow at the sight of his pale and terrified face.
This was probably the difference between the two children!
While Little Yichen loved exciting games like this, Youyou was terrified of them. He was careful not to toss him too high up for fear of the young boy's heart being unable to take it.
In the end, he still scared the little rascal witless.
"Be good; call me 'daddy'."
"Hmph!" The boy was stubborn. Sizing him up with narrowed eyes, he was unconvinced. "I won't call; I won't call! Stupid, stupid—"
