"Father." Han Xiangdong couldn't help but swallow. "Why do you sound like I'm already heartless? How can I be?"
"Isn't this a reminder?" Han Baozhu rolled his eyes at his son.
"I understand. There's no need to remind me. I'm your son. As long as you're not heartless, I definitely won't… Aiyo." As soon as Han Xiangdong finished speaking, Liu Sujuan slapped his head and he immediately screamed. "Mom, what are you doing?"
"I see you've been itching for a beating recently. Do you want to—"
"No." Han Xiangdong hurriedly moved away from his mother. "I was wrong."
Only then did Liu Sujuan put down her hand. This kid had to be beaten up.
"Wrong, hit…" Shuo Shuo suddenly knocked on the table with a small spoon and glared at Han Xiangdong fiercely.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
