"... I would love to try go-carting, ice skating and bungee jumping too. Pa, you should make it happen. Pa!... Pa!... Pa, are you listening," said Qie Xieling the sugar from earlier seriously kicking in.
Qie Ranzhe couldn't take it anymore. This was the second night Qie Xieling was hyped up because of that stupid mocha. He took off his wolf slipper and was about to throw it at his son. Maybe if he bonked him on the head with it he might pass out and Qie Ranzhe would sleep well tonight.
Wen Qinxi intercepted the wolf slipper and pulled him away while saying, "You can't hit him. It will only result in a scolding from your mother."
Recalling his mother's endless scolding once when he bumped Qie Xieling's head on the door by mistake, Qie Ranzhe shuddered all over.
