"You sure have a bunch of twisted logic." Ji Hanyu rarely gets stumped, and it took him a moment to come up with something that wasn't particularly clever.
Little Beiting got even more smug, swaggering as if his whole body was moving to a rhythm, "Papa, you don't have to be so shy, you know. Saying you miss me isn't embarrassing. I actually miss you just a teeny-tiny bit too, but that's just how you are. I totally get it."
Ji Hanyu: "..."
"You little short legs, is it your skin that's itchy or your bones?" Ji Hanyu's tone was dangerous, his gaze threatening.
But Little Beiting wasn't afraid at all; he kept making funny faces on the video to provoke Ji Hanyu.
Watching father and son bicker again, Bai Haoxue felt all her frustration melt away.
Little Beiting just has that healing power, able to make people happy in the shortest time.
He's like a little sun, and their source of joy.
If An Yuexin really takes him away, at worst, they'll visit him often.
