As he was being lectured, the little boy obediently lowered his head like he knew he was in the wrong.
"You can never do that again. If you do, I won't ever take you out to play, ya got that?!"
The little boy raised his head and nodded fiercely at the woman like he was making a promise.
With that, the expression on the woman's face reverted back to normal. She raised her hand, rubbed the little boy's head, and said, "Very good, Hanhan." When she straightened up, she noticed Han Zhifan crouched down by the wall in front of them.
All of a sudden, the woman stopped as she was about to get up.
The little boy tugged on the woman's hand, pointed at Han Zhifan, and cried, "Daddy."
The little boy snapped the woman back to her senses as she kept her head down and spoke to the little boy with a hurried voice: "That's not your daddy!"
It seemed like the little boy hadn't heard what the woman said and continued to cry out to Han Zhifan: "Daddy."
