Staring at the figurine with a crooked lips in his hand, the boy turned and fumed in aggravation, "Daddy, why did you stand behind me without making a sound? Don't you know that it's frightening?!"
"I didn't do it on purpose. Who knew that you're such a coward?" The man felt wronged. "Look at your hand-baked birthday cake; those three figurines are so cute, but mine is ferocious-looking! I object to it!"
"Your objection is invalid!"
Lifting the figurine, the boy carefully examined and compared it to his father. He then expressed his view. "It looks very much like you."
Mu Yazhe: "…"
"Well, that's how you usually look!" His gaze then fell on the figurine's crooked mouth and he chuckled. "Daddy, you're such a poor thing; your mouth is all crooked!"
"It's all your fault!" cried his father.
He retorted, "If not for you silently standing behind me, I wouldn't have gotten a shock and ended up making a mistake!"
