"Dad..." Little Yu called again. Timid as he was, he looked cute and pitiful.
Ye Hao frowned, a trace of hesitation flickering through his eyes. Finally he put the child down and let him sit on the sofa.
Seeing this, Han Xue pressed her lips tightly, with a touch of faint joy on her face.
Sure enough, only children could make the man less indifferent.
"Ye Hao!" Han Xue's voice softened.
Ye Hao, however, looked out of the window irritably.
"You get out." He waved his hand, looking quite impatient and even a little restless, because he found that he still held some sympathy for the child in front of him.
Han Xue still did not rise.
"Ye Hao, we..."
"Get out!"
Before Han Xue finished her words, she heard Ye Hao's furious roar.
(Han Xue)...
