Yang Chuxia shot him a glance, observing his hands that seemed powerful enough to knock on steel, and said in a tone both haughty and coquettish, "Mrs. doesn't feel like doing anything meaningful today."
"Oh, then what does Madam want to do?"
"I," Yang Chuxia started, and while speaking, she hooked Ye Zi'an's chin, slowly getting closer and closer to him, close enough to touch lips. Suddenly she stuck out her tongue and licked Ye Zi'an's lips, then quickly drew back and declared, "I want to go see my son now, and then sleep, hahaha."
"Little demon, you really know how to ignite the flame," he said resentfully as she left, laughing merrily.
Ye Zi'an followed her shortly afterward, continuing to leave little Yangyang to sleep in his own room. When Yangyang saw his father, he greeted him with a big smiling face.
"My good son, tell Daddy, have you started recognizing people? Otherwise, why do you always smile when you see me?"
Yangyang responded with a tiny fist.
