The next day, early in the morning, Ye Fan had already descended the stairs.
It was the weekend, when the children could sleep in a bit longer, these two days being the only times in the week for a lazy morning.
Ye Fan sat on the sofa, starting to browse the news on his phone.
"Daddy," at that moment, a voice called out.
Ye Fan turned his head and saw Little Fourth standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, her little face showing a mixture of conflict and nervousness.
She must be holding a grudge against herself for yesterday's events, Ye Fan thought to himself.
But as a parent, it was natural to reward children when they did well and to mete out punishment when they made mistakes. He didn't want to dwell on yesterday's events anymore.
Seeing Little Fourth Ye Jie's demeanor, yesterday had been the first time he'd struck a child, but he didn't regret it at all.
Even if he had to relive yesterday, he would still choose to strike!
