He slowly opened his eyes, and his confused eyes gradually became clear. When he saw the little meatball sitting on his chest, Rong Yan placed one hand on his forehead in frustration. “Commander Rong, Tell Me, why didn’t you sit on the bed? Why did you sit on Daddy?”
“Mama asked me to play with you.”The Little Guy said unwillingly. He sat on his chest and swayed his two short legs, looking very satisfied.
“Go Down.”Rong Yan closed his eyes and didn’t want to say anything more.
“No,”he refused cleanly.
Young Master Rong suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his long arm. He grabbed the back collar of his body and moved the little meatball from his chest to the side of the bed. He said grumpily, “Come downstairs with me. Daddy doesn’t have time to play with you.”
He didn’t expect to be despised. The little guy was very unhappy. He pouted his mouth and said, “You’re sick.”
“So?”Young Master Rong raised his eyebrows.
