That inhalation was particularly aggrieved.
Lian Xinying saw it in her eyes, and felt it in her heart.
After she held him in her arms, she looked at Yan Ye, "Although I was somewhat happy when you showed favoritism, can we not build our happiness on our son's pain?"
"What pain does he have?" Yan Ye snorted.
He seemed unhappy, but when eating the cake, with such big bites, was that unhappiness?
"It hurts a lot!" Xiaocheng cried out, seeing his father didn't believe him.
"Oh, there will be more pain later, you'll sleep alone tonight!" Yan Ye took the remaining cake to one side.
They still had to eat dinner later, and too much cake could spoil the dinner appetite.
"Don't! I don't want to sleep alone! I want to sleep with my mom!" Xiaocheng became somewhat agitated.
That cry was deafening.
"Yingying, handle him." Yan Ye wasn't going to argue with the little brat.
After saying this, he got up from the sofa and walked away with style.
