Talking With His Son

Pei Jingzhou chuckled. "My ears aren't good?"

Yaoyao was very reasonable. "I clearly said thank you twice, but you still can't hear me clearly."

"It's not that I can't hear you clearly. I just hope you can say it again and express it boldly," Pei Jingzhou explained.

Yaoyao stubbornly thought that it was what he thought. "It's clearly your ears that are bad."

Pei Jingzhou: "…"

The father and son looked at each other quietly for a moment. Pei Jingzhou said, "I'm guessing that you don't really want to eat the cake. Then go and fill the bathtub yourself." With that, he was about to get up when Yaoyao reached out and grabbed a small part of Pei Jingzhou's sleeve. Pei Jingzhou looked down at the small hand stubbornly tugging at his sleeve. "Weren't you quite unreasonable just now?"

Yaoyao put on a serious expression. "I've thought about it carefully. Cake is still more important."