Little Treasure stole a glance at Qi Xiuyuan. Seeing that his father was focused on the book in his hand, he was a little vexed.
From the corner of his eye, Qi Xiuyuan saw that he was frowning. He immediately laughed and put down his book. "Little Treasure has something to say to Father?"
Little Treasure's eyes lit up, but he was also a little shy. In the end, as if he had made up his mind, he climbed onto Qi Xiuyuan's knee, held his head, and kissed his face.
The smile on Qi Xiuyuan's face froze. Seeing his son looking at him nervously, he tried his best to soften his expression and asked, "Little Treasure, who taught you to do this?"
Little Treasure said apprehensively, "Uncle often kisses Aunt and Brother. Brother also kisses Uncle. He said that kissing someone means that you like them." Blushing slightly, Little Treasure said, "I like Mother and Father."
