For Xiaocheng, his dad was now a bear of a dad who had stolen his phone!
"Mom! Xiaocheng can't take back his phone!"
Would he ever run out of the shower halfway through if it wasn't to answer her call?
And that devilish laughter of his—totally asking for a beatdown!
Yan Ye turned on the speakerphone, tossed the phone onto the bed, and turned around to pick up the towel his son had pulled off.
Once the speakerphone was on, Lian Xinying's forceful voice continued to ring out: "Who would've thought you'd be that kind of dad, haha!"
Upon hearing his mom's voice, Xiaocheng excitedly howled, "Who would've thought you'd be that kind of dad! Haha!" The last "haha" was particularly jarring.
If you don't want to laugh, then don't!
Moreover, the little rascal, seeing his dad bending over to pick up the towel, immediately went for it.
Without Lian Xinying at home, father and son could not make good friends.
