Suddenly, the celestial fox spirit's heart almost jumped out of his ribcage.
"Wait, let me explain!" He blurted out before he could even think.
Forget the wind slapping his face and the impulse to carry Yanyan by pinching his cheeks. He feels that if he doesn't collect one hundred percent of his brain cells, he will be sent to hell for a sin he didn't commit!
"What is it, Yuan?" Bai Tingfeng asked through the phone. His tone felt like a breeze from the North Pole, and even Yanyan involuntarily shivered.
The little troublemaker, who is clueless about his actions, instinctively clung to his Daddy tighter. Yanyan also handed the phone to Shen Yuan.
'Yanyan, we're cutting off your sweets for a week,' Shen Yuan murmured in his heart.
He really wants to knead on his little boy's cheeks!
