"Well, let's ignore your brute of a father and enjoy the pool, shall we?" Zhao Lifei mused, reaching a hand out for her son to take.
Yang Wenxu nodded, grabbing her hand to accompany her in the direction of his pouting aunt and godmother, Yang Ruqin. When Zhao Lifei's back was turned, Yang Wenxu glanced back at his father, dragged down one eye bag and stuck his tongue out at his sperm donor.
"Tch, that brat." Yang Feng scowled, throwing his son a scathing glare. He stuck out a thumb and swiftly ran it over his neck, making a visible threat.
Yang Wenxu presented his father with a sweet smile, inching closer to his mother, hugging her by the waist.
Yang Feng watched through narrowed eyes as his wife paused and glanced down, a cheerful smile on her face. Irritation boiled his blood. Why was his son so damn mischievous? Where did he learn it from?!
