A chubby little hand lifted the quilt, completely covering himself, leaving only a pair of eyes rolling around.
Young Master hesitated as if wanting to say something, which aroused Eldest Young Master Yan's curiosity.
"Why the rush? Your mommy isn't getting old!"
Young Master pulled down the quilt and glared at him,
"Dummy, Uncle Cheng has already chased her back!"
Master Yan was left speechless with laughter!
It seems that a son being too smart isn't necessarily a good thing.
At the very least, he didn't want his son to witness him being cornered by a love rival.
As a dignified man, wanting to save some face in front of his four-and-a-half-year-old son wasn't too much to ask, was it?
But his son, the elf, let alone Cheng Ye's matter which couldn't escape his sharp eyes, probably also clearly saw those with ill intentions towards his mommy.
Anyway, his little movements and thoughts these days hadn't escaped the little boy's eyes.
