Xiao San, completely unaware that he was walking on a deadly tightrope, gave his father's horn one last disappointing pat. "Grandpa is stronger."
Xuan Long's face turned completely black. "Xiao San."
"Hm?"
"Get down."
The little cub blinked his big, innocent eyes. "Why?"
Xuan Long glared at him. "Because I said so."
Xiao San immediately threw both arms around his father's neck, clinging on like a leech. "No."
Xuan Long's forehead twitched with an angry vein. This little brat!
Seeking a distraction from his rising urge to drop-kick his heir, he looked down at the tiny girl nestled in his other arm.
Yue Yue was awake now, her bright, beautiful eyes peeking curiously at her father and elder brother. She stared at their chaotic antics for a moment before quietly hiding her sweet little face against Xuan Long's wrist, letting out a soft purr.
Xuan Long's heart instantly melted into a puddle.
