"Daddy...hug, wahhh..." Yan Ke, upon seeing his dad, hurriedly ran over with his little short legs.
Yan Nanmo scooped his son into his arms and pinched his little face, chuckling lightly, "You little rascal, you can't even win a fight against your brother, what's the use of crying?"
Yan Ke pursed his lips and nestled into Yan Nanmo's embrace, smearing his tears and snot all over his suit.
"Brother is so mean, it hurts..."
Yan Nanmo's words were adding fuel to the fire, and Zhuang Xiyue glared at him angrily, "You have the nerve to say that, who does your son take after? The beam is crooked, so the post is askew too." Yan Nanmo, as a child, was quite the little bandit. Yan Song is simply the upgraded version of Yan Nanmo.
Yan Nanmo walked over, his left arm cradling Yan Ke, and his right arm reaching to embrace Zhuang Xiyue, cooing softly, "Alright, wife, it's all my fault, I admit it. Isn't that enough? Don't be angry." He gave Yan Song a meaningful look.
