"Dear Dad, take me out for a horse ride." After sitting in the carriage for a while, Yangyang got restless and found it too boring.
"Do you really like horse riding that much?" Ye Ziāan thought for a moment and said, "When you have your next holiday, Daddy will take you to the stables to ride horses."
"Really?" Yangyang clapped his little hands in excitement, "Adults mustnāt lie to kids, you know."
"Silly boy, since when has your dad ever lied to you?" Ye Ziāan picked him up with both hands, finding the little guy chubby and nice to hold, so he gave him a few more pinches.
Yangyang sensed something odd and immediately leapt toward Yang Chuxia, yelling, "Wow, Mom, save me! Dear Dad is being inappropriate, his eyes are like a wolfās, he wants to eat me!"
"Pfft..." Ye Ziāan almost spit out blood, "Heās something else, practices martial arts every day yet still so chubby. They say people who practice martial arts are lean, just look at him!"
Ye Ziāan said to Yang Chuxia, "I seriously suspect heās slacking off every day."
"Thatās slander!" Yangyang wouldnāt stand for it, "You need solid evidence before you speak, otherwise itās slander. Dear Dad, you must apologize for your inappropriate comments, you must apologize!"
"Hey," Ye Ziāan turned to Yang Chuxia, "Iāve noticed that whenever he argues with someone, his idioms just flow smoothly."
"Lord Ye!" Not letting him change the subject, Yangyang cupped his face, "Lord Ye, do your former colleagues know that youāre always changing the subject like this?"
Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziāan exchanged a glance, this kid, really!
"Lord Ye, you must apologize to me for earlier." Yangyang stared intently at him, "Unless you saw it with your own eyes, which is impossible. I get up so early every day, and you all arenāt even awake then. Even if I did slack off, you wouldnāt notice it."
"Okay, okay, Dad apologizes, Dad shouldnāt have said you were slacking off, alright?" Ye Ziāan, feeling awkward with his face being held, pulled his hands away and said.
"Thatās more like it." Yangyang, with a smug expression, went to sit on the side. He glanced at Lele, who had his eyes closed, and pouted, "Heās really like a pig, sleeping as soon as he gets in the carriage, doesnāt even open his eyes with all our noise."
Just as he finished saying this, Lele opened his big, round eyes to look at him, his gaze piercing.
"Oh my, do you have to be so sneaky and quiet? How scary!"
"Little brother who secretly talks bad about people, quickly apologize to your brother," Lele huffed, "Or Iāll kick you out of the carriage?"
After waiting a moment and hearing nothing from Yangyang, Lele opened his eyes again and said, "Little brother, stop dawdling, you dared to call me a pig just now, what you did is even more shameless than what Dad said to you earlier, hurry up."
Yangyang pouted and, after a long while, muttered, "Alright, alright, brother, I was wrong, I shouldnāt have called you a pig."
"Thatās more like it." Now it was Leleās turn to be smug.
Seeing this, Yangyangās eyes darted mischievously, and he suddenly pounced on Lele, who was leaning to the side, completely in his embrace, "Ouch, little brother, what are you doing!"
"Haha, Iām not doing anything," Yangyang chuckled, "thatās for feigning sleep and eavesdropping on us, hmph hmph."
After huffing, he kissed Leleās face with a smack, "A kiss on your face for pretending to sleep!"
"Oh my, Mom, please, handle him, okay?" Lele muttered, bewildered, "How cheap can his kisses be, giving them away like that?"