Fang Yusheng was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He said, "Do you want to be beaten?"
Fang Zikai pursed his lips and looked at his mother anxiously. He praised her, "The most beautiful little fairy, I want to dance with you. May I have the honor?" With that said, he let go of his father and bowed gentlemanly to Qiao Jiusheng.
Qiao Jiusheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
She bent down and put one of her hands on the little boy's. "Of course, my little prince," she said.
Fang Yusheng was chased out of the dance floor by his son and wife.
He walked out of the dance floor with a sullen expression and sat beside Fang Zicheng. Fang Zicheng looked at him sympathetically. Seeing that his father was really pitiful, he even patted Fang Yusheng's thigh seriously and comforted him. "Dad, don't be angry. You'll get used to it."
