"My sister's place is so fun." Ning Youyu, being just a child, watched Ning Youguang's video of decorating a Christmas tree, and couldn't help but think, "I really want to decorate a Christmas tree too."
The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, and he began to sigh even more, "Why are my mom and brother so busy all the time? Working overtime every day, all they know is work, work, work..."
Seeing his youngest son's sulky face, Ning Yi's gaze shifted, and he suddenly slapped Ning Youyu's butt as the boy rolled around on the sofa, "Stop howling, get up, we're leaving."
"Where are we going?" Ning Youyu continued to sigh, "I'm upset inside, can't I vent a bit?"
"If you don't get up, I'll just go to your sister's place by myself." Ning Yi couldn't be bothered to argue with his son, so he simply got up from the sofa.
"To my sister's place?" Ning Youyu instantly jumped up from the sofa, "Dad, are you serious?"
