Huo Jincheng snorted to himself, snatching my phone and hanging up the video call.
He still has the face to ask to play games.
"Then you're bullying me. You didn't speak nicely," little Huo Chengxiao defended himself, "Daddy was mean to me first."
Huo Jincheng didn't expect to discuss such matters with a three-year-old child.
After all, he's his son, and those eyes of his look so much like his wife's.
So he nodded and said, "You can only play for a little while."
Little Amber already knew how to negotiate, "A little while every day."
Huo Jincheng looked at him with a complex expression, this child isn't dumb; he can think of so much just to play a game.
If he can look out for his own benefits so well, he might as well become a qualified businessman in the future. Then, when he turns twenty, I'll just hand the company over to him.
With this thought, Huo Jincheng gently coaxed, "Little Amber, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
