After breakfast, Ye Qing called his secretary to postpone the meeting in the morning.
He got Little Gugu to take his car to school.
The father and son sat in the back with a golden retriever.
Ye Qing turned on the television and watched the morning news.
Little Gugu caressed Mi Xiu's golden fur and chattered nonstop.
Ye Qing felt that it was noisy and he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Little Gugu.
Little Gugu immediately blinked. "Daddy, when we get to school, don't hit me or scold me. It's that brat who deserves a beating!"
Little Gugu looked like Ye Qing. His facial features were very well-defined and his face was pretty. His skin was fair and tender like an egg that had been peeled. Sometimes, he would boast shamelessly and even had a hint of gangster-like domineeringness.
His small mouth was sometimes sweet and sometimes shameless. Even his grandma, the Queen, would be taken aback by his coaxing.
