Mu Yichen walked over, squatted down beside the toys scattered all over the floor, feeling a bit of a headache, but that wasn't the point. He looked up at his precious son, knowing the little guy had a lot on his mind.
"He's not my guest, so why should I greet him?"
Chengcheng muttered, watching his dad walk over, deliberately got up, and walked aside with the remote control. Mu Yichen turned his head to look at him and asked with a cold smile, "So you mean he's my guest, then?"
"Isn't it grandma who found the guest for you! The woman likes you a lot, aren't you going to keep her company?"
Chengcheng continued muttering, clearly full of grievances but not shouting them out, sullenly as if he could really swallow his anger.
"Mu Chengyang, what trick are you trying to play now?"
Mu Yichen frowned, glanced at him, and asked.
