Bo Jinyu hung up his phone, looked up, and saw Little Anran with a face full of smug and glee.
He smiled helplessly, put his phone on the desk, and reached out his hand toward her.
Ye Anran took his hand, and he gently lifted her onto his lap; with a slight kick, he pushed the swivel chair back half a meter.
"If he dares to call and harass you again, just give him a piece of your mind. Don't be polite—you're the elder here!" Bo Jinyu said with a laugh.
"I did scold him. Didn't you see him calling back in a rush to scold back?" Ye Anran said with a soft laugh.
"Yes, scolding is right. We are the elders, we have the right to enjoy a good scold, but they, the younger ones, do not!"
"So I can scold him whether he is right or wrong?" Ye Anran asked, blinking her bright eyes and fluttering her long lashes with a smile.
"Of course, my little wife, even if it's wrong, it's right!"
