"Dad, Uncle Hai mentioned the other day that much of our furniture could potentially harm kids. Why don't we take the little guy out, buy some furniture and get him some toys?"
Yan Han, who was once heartlessly rejected by his son, had learned his lesson. By using grandpa to convey the same message, the little boy would surely feel too embarrassed to refuse.
Yan Bo lifted his eyelids and glanced at his son, inwardly snickering, "How the tables have turned!"
While enjoying his son's predicament internally, he naturally sided with his son verbally. Plus, they really did need to replace the furniture and buy toys.
"Baby boy, once you finish this round, how about we play the living room assembly game together, sound good?"
Yan Bo was just as cautious when dealing with his seemingly divine grandson. He felt sorry for his son, yet he didn't want to upset his grandson and risk being shunned into his son's "uncool" side.
