"Oh yeah!"
Having witnessed Dad's compromise once again, Little Thirteen's eyes whirled around a few times. He shot his father a 'provocative' look that only the two of them understood, raised his hands in excitement, and started bouncing on the couch.
But after his outburst and his jumping, with hands on his little hips, he didn't forget to look down on his old man.
"Hey, Father Emperor, about you, you're really childish. You're already so old, yet still playing with a kid!"
Cough!
Emperor Quan almost choked.
Zhan Se, taken aback for a moment, looked at the solemn Little Thirteen and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After clearing his throat several times, Lord Quan the Fourth, stripped of his paternal dignity, snorted coldly and scooped his son up to sit beside him. He then pinched his little nose.
"Still childish..."
Unable to breathe through his nose, Thirteen called out with his mouth, "This is... even more childish."
