Song Yuchen withdrew his little short arm after hearing his dad's words, and the little expression on his face became even more aggrieved.
Ye Zhenzhen turned around and glared at Song Jinze, "He's still a child, can't you be a bit more tolerant towards him?"
Song Jinze was at a loss for words, "Me?"
When had he ever been intolerant?
Zhenzhen picked up Xiao Chen, "Didn't you ever get picked up as a child?"
In the afternoon, he had been teased by that damn Song Jinze, and now he had found an opening to get back at him.
Song Jinze: ...
The mother and son left the room, and only then did Xiao Chen bury his little head in his mother's neck, quietly saying, "Mom is right, when dad was little, he must have been held by someone too!
Hmph, now that dad is grown up and doesn't need hugs anymore, he says this to me; it's not fair at all!"
The more he talked, the more aggrieved he felt.
Song Jinze frowned, "Song Yuchen, let dad hug you."