"So, you hugged her because she's pretty?"
Huo Shiyan asked with a laugh, impressed with the boy's straightforward self-justification. The kid has some backbone!
"Of course, I wouldn't have hugged her if she wasn't pretty."
Listening to his son's matter-of-fact tone, Qin Han pressed his hand to his forehead. Did his son realize what he was saying? Was he not afraid that Shiyan would punch him?
Oh, right, Qin Zian, the little rascal, is a sucker for beauty. Whenever he sees a pretty girl, he feels the urge to hug her.
They, as parents, had spoken to him about this problem many times, warning him that he shouldn't do such things, but it seemed like he didn't pay much heed.
They really didn't know how to rectify this problem. They had said so much already; every time he thought about it, he only felt a headache coming.
"You sure have an eye for good looks." Shiyan pulled the boy over and gave him a light smack on his buttocks.
