Lian Xinying inexplicably found her son's comment hitting her funny bone.
"Silly boy, even if your dad were home, he wouldn't hit you for wearing his clothes!"
Was Yan Ye such a petty person? Lian Xinying shook her head.
"I stomp stomp stomp on his clothes... He'll quickly come to carry me away and then spank me..." Xiaocheng seemed very experienced, as it appeared he often stepped on Yan Ye's clothes.
"Why would you step on daddy's clothes? You know that's wrong, right?" Lian Xinying seriously held her son's face, educating him.
Xiaocheng pouted, having his reasons: "Because daddy never plays with me! When I stomp on his clothes, then he comes."
...
Lian Xinying was immediately speechless.
In the days when Xiaocheng had no mother, to get his father to play with him, he could only think of various ways to anger his father to draw him nearer.
Lian Xinying felt such a heartache that she hugged her son close.
