Ning Zihan immediately realized that An Baobei was just pretending earlier, and his face instantly turned sour.
But Su Mo and Su Xing were still hovering around his feet, looking up with eager little faces, raising their small hands, shouting excitedly: "Brother-in-law, lift high… lift high… come on…"
An Baobei quickly stopped laughing, tugged at Ning Zihan's clothes, and coaxed him: "Honey, just lift them up. If you do, they'll calm down. If you don't, they'll probably keep bugging you."
Ning Zihan had no choice but to bend down and lift Su Mo and Su Xing up one by one.
Afterward, without waiting for Su Mo and Su Xing to react, he strode upstairs. These two were little clingy ghosts, so he figured it was better to slip away early, lest he gets stuck catering to their endless demands.
He definitely had no patience for that.
An Baobei found it amusing as Ning Zihan dashed off without looking back.
