After Han Hao was picked up from Song Yao, he was extremely depressed.
For the past few days, he had been staying with her all the time, so he was very happy.
But this happy time did not last long, he had to say goodbye to Song Yao.
"Young master, here we are."
The driver opened the back door, bent down, and reached out his hand to him.
But Han Hao stubbornly turned his head and looked out of the window, leaving him only an angry side face.
The driver was a little embarrassed, so he had to be patient and coaxed, "Young master, let's get out of the car. Your grandparents are waiting for you." "No way!" Replied Han Hao firmly, with obvious anger in his childish voice.
Not everyone could coax this little baby when he lost his temper. Normally, only Han Che could control him when he was strict.
As a worker at the bottom of society, he didn't even dare to speak louder to this little overlord, let alone be serious to him.