"Stop the car!"
Unexpectedly, just as Sheng Siyuan thought he had persuaded this little fellow, suddenly, the child started causing trouble from behind.
"I want to get out, get out!"
He screamed, holding the painting in his arms, insisting on getting out of the car halfway through the ride.
Sheng Siyuan's face turned blue with anger, and, to avoid any danger, he had no choice but to stop the car.
"What are you doing? Do you know how dangerous this is?"
After stopping the car, he turned around and reprimanded sternly.
But the little one was not the least bit afraid.
Seeing that the car had stopped, he even climbed to the side of the door with the painting in his hands and reached out to open it.
"Open the door!"
"..."
The veins on Sheng Siyuan's forehead jumped violently again, and, after a long moment, he ground his teeth and, having no choice, spoke: "Fine, daddy was wrong, the rabbit is green!"
"..."
Sure enough, with that one sentence, the little guy calmed down.
