Mo Yinhe wanted to say, these are two different things, his little brother deserves a spanking right now.
But he didn't say anything and just ran, because he'd already seen that Dad's face was off, and whoever stayed would be a fool.
Ye Junsqing wished he could hold Mo Yinhe and give him a good beating for treating his own little brother like that.
He held little Deep in his arms, lovingly pampering him: "Don't worry, Dad will never leave you hungry. If you can't speak, that's okay. Dad has plenty of money, ensuring you can be a wealthy idle prince for life."
At this moment, little Deep, nestled in Ye Junsqing's arms, unexpectedly opened his mouth: "Pa...pa..."
Ye Junsqing hadn't reacted yet, still saying: "Even if you can't speak, you are this country's precious male treasure. In the future, we won't be just a national treasure; we can run for President. Dad wants you to become the most supreme in this world. Wait... What did you just say?"
