Xiaocheng cried until he was out of breath, his little eyes red and teary as he looked up at him, demanding more from himself. The stubbornness that ran in his blood made him defiantly lie back in his seat... and his cries echoed in all directions!
The baby's inner voice thought, "My head might be broken, but daddy can't just yell willy-nilly! Let the monsters eat me then!"
Yan Ye swallowed dryly, feeling a sore throat.
After taking a bottle of water from his bodyguard and drinking a sip, he narrowed his fox-like eyes and stared fiercely at his crying son.
The amusement park staff, seeing Yan Ye's unpredictable expression, took the initiative and said, "If the young master doesn't like it, we can refund you the money. You can come back and buy it another day when he's ready."
Yan Ye, expressionless, replied, "I'm thinking about how to explain this to the kid's mother."
Not only was his throat hoarse, but Xiaocheng's voice was also hoarse from crying.
