Long Yang, "..."
Did he really deserve that retaliation just for calling their son lazy?
"Why couldn't he have inherited it from you? Maybe you were lazy too when you were a child."
"Everyone says Yin'er resembles you a lot whenever they see him. There's no way you can deny it," Lu Liangwei retorted.
"I'm not denying anything," Long Yang murmured before abruptly closing the distance between them and kissing her. Just when he was about to deepen the kiss, he felt a sharp pain on his scalp. Lowering his head, he realized that Yaoyao was grabbing a fistful of his hair with her tiny hand, her big eyes darting back and forth between him and Weiwei. Long Yin had stopped nodding off and was watching them quietly with his bright, limpid orbs, while Ji'er's lovely black eyes were sparkling with curiosity too.
Long Yang, "..."
