Xie Xize opened the umbrella and bent down to pick up the spicy sticks with one hand.
Spicy Strip was holding his little umbrella in his arms. At this moment, he could clearly see the expression on Xie Xize's face.
"Daddy, you have something on your mind," he said.
"I can tell." Xie Xize smiled.
"Because of that phone call?"
"Yeah, because of that phone call," Xie Xize laughed again.
"Oh." Spicy Strip nodded.
Then, he stopped asking.
Xie Xize carried him as they walked along the streets of the neighborhood. " Why aren't you asking anymore? "
"Even if I ask, you might not tell me."
Xie Xize smiled and shook his head. " That's right. Even if you asked, Daddy wouldn't tell you. "
"So, why should I waste my breath? It's so boring…" The Spicy Strip curled its lips.
The father and son didn't have a strong desire to chat. Xie Xize was still thinking about Chu Qingyan, and the Spicy Strip was also lazy and didn't really want to talk.
