In the end, it was Xiaocheng who came up and pulled Lian Xinying down the stairs.
However, Lian Xinying was no longer angry with Yan Ye at all.
This was the first time Lian Xinying had seen Yan Ye's shy and conservative side.
Just seeing the underwear she had drawn on paper was enough to make his old face blush for quite sometime without recovering.
"I didn't expect you to be that kind of man," Lian Xinying mocked him coldly, "You're nothing like a modern man. But..."
Lian Xinying's mockery started out cold, but then her tone shifted.
"But what, Mommy?" Xiaocheng pressed Yan Ye, eager to hear the rest.
"But I really like it," Lian Xinying admitted, finding herself somewhat infatuated with his bashfulness from earlier, "Son, you have to like your daddy together with Mommy, okay?"
Yan Ye cast a cold glance at the mother and son.
Two childish ghosts.
"I already really like my dad!" Xiaocheng muttered under his breath, and only then did Yan Ye show a hint of delight.
