Xiaocheng woke his dad up in such a gentle way because he wanted a gift.
Seeing Yan Ye open his eyes, Xiaocheng blossomed into a smile: "Daddy, it's a holiday today, gift, gift!"
Yan Ye: "..."
Gift?
He was nursing a broken heart and had gone out to clear his mind, and now his foolish son was asking him for a gift?
Yan Ye usually wouldn't refuse his child's requests.
Since he wanted a gift, just giving him one would do.
Yan Ye propped himself up to sit, his mind much clearer, but the soreness in his limbs was worse.
He just felt the pain inwardly and did not show it in front of the child.
Xiaocheng's round, rolling eyes stared at Yan Ye's body.
To see where he had hidden the gift.
Earlier, when Yan Ye was sound asleep, Xiaocheng had searched everywhere but didn't find it.
Yan Ye hadn't bought a gift for the child, so after getting out of bed, the first thing he did was get dressed.
