Yan Ye hugged Xiaocheng and walked down first from her side.
Lian Xinying, with her cheeks burning hot, followed behind the father and son duo like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged.
She really wanted to ask him, what was the other way?
Could he give an example?
After calling Yan Father, the family of three headed out.
Before leaving the house, Yan Ye took an apple from the coffee table and handed it to Xiaocheng.
"Here's daddy's gift to you, do you like it?"
Xiaocheng looked at the big red apple, somewhat dumbfounded.
What kind of gift is this? Ah!
"This is our family's apple, not a gift!" Xiaocheng isn't a fool. Gifts are supposed to be wrapped beautifully.
"This apple daddy brought from outside, it's sweeter than the apples you've had before, try it if you don't believe me." Yan Ye gently persuaded.
Lian Xinying stood aside, wiping sweat.
Even though the child is young, there's no need to fool him like this!
