...
The next day.
Xiaocheng woke up on the master bedroom's large bed. After rubbing his little eyes and kicking his little legs, he was still groggy when Yan Ye picked him up.
"Your mom worked very hard, so let's not disturb her sleep," Yan Ye's voice was exceptionally gentle.
Xiaocheng furrowed his brows, staring at Yan Ye.
The memories of the previous day had blurred.
But, after breakfast and being carried by Yan Ye to the tank, Xiaocheng's memories instantly came flooding back!
"Ahhhh!"
...
The scene from yesterday replayed.
Inside, Yan Ye was a mess.
Where the hell did this look like a monster? Such a scaredy-cat! His son, Yan Ye's son, couldn't possibly be a scaredy-cat, could he?
"Daddy will ride with you today. We're going to drive the tank!" Yan Ye ignored his son's cries; today, they were definitely going to drive that tank!
There was a small playground next to the villa where they could drive it.
