After all, he was older.
Hearing his son's promise, Ye Hao laughed out loud.
"Shitou, well said. From now on, you must take good care of your little brother!"
Shitou nodded solemnly.
"Okay!"
Mo Boyuan gently kicked his son's butt again.
"Mo Zhining, what should you say?" He reminded.
The little guy pouted and said, "Thank you, Shitou."
Ye Hao squatted down and looked at this cute kid who was much cuter than his own mischievous son. He reached out and rubbed the kid's head:
"Little boy, are you called Mo Zhining?"
Although the kid didn't like people touching his head, he knew this guy and his father had a good relationship. Moreover, he was brother Shitou's father. So he endured it.
"Yes, uncle. My name is Mo Zhining."
Ye Hao seemed to like stroking his head.
"Then I will call you Little Ningning from now on, okay?"
"Okay!"
