Xie Yunzhen was perplexed by his son's actions.
He stared blankly for a while before asking Ji Mingzhu, "What does he mean?"
Ji Mingzhu stifled a laugh, "I'm not a worm in his belly, how would I know what he means?"
Xie Yunzhen stared intensely at his son.
The little guy looked innocent, leaning against Mingzhu, blinking his big eyes and gazing back at him.
Confused and unaware, his wide eyes were clear and bright.
His posture inexplicably had a taste of being weak and helpless, pitiful.
But for some reason, Xie Yunzhen detected a hint of provocation in the child's eyes.
He poked his son's cheek, "What do you mean?"
The little guy furrowed his brows, reached out his small hand and waved it.
It didn't hurt, but Xie Yunzhen's heart was hurt by his son's action.
Thinking of how many times he changed the kid's diaper, even getting peed on a few times, and he never uttered a single complaint.
Yet, he didn't expect this kind of treatment in the end.
