Seeing his son's gloomy expression, Ye Xingguang secretly pinched Ye Junqing: "Are you as big as the child?"
"I'm teaching my son what it means that ginger gets spicier with age."
Ye Junqing held Mo Yinhe with one arm, and no matter how Mo Yinhe struggled, he couldn't break free. The little fierce tiger that had just kicked someone away
now seemed to have his hands and feet tied, feeling extremely frustrated, but no matter what, his strength wasn't as great as Ye Junqing's!
Mo Yinhe, who never wanted to admit defeat, snorted, "What skill is it for an adult to bully a child?"
"My son admitting he's a child, is the sun going to rise in the west?"
"Mom, Dad is bullying me."
"Dad is teaching you what it means that there are always people better, and skies higher than yours."
Mo Yinhe, his face sternly adorable, said, "Eighteen years later, we'll see who's better!"
