"Nonsense, daddy is the most diligent, how could he possibly be lazy?" Ye Zi'an scooped up his youngest son, "Why is it just you? Where's your brother?"
"He didn't come." Yangyang shook his head and then insisted, "Lazy means lazy!"
The father, who was accused by his son of being lazy, didn't feel a trace of shame, and even calmly replied, "Daddy is busy making you a little sister, understand? Daddy is not lazy, daddy is the most diligent."
When Yangyang heard about a sister, his eyes sparkled.
But he still persisted, daddy is lazy.
For this, Ye Zi'an felt that the naughty child was really not cute at all, and that soft, cute little girls were much cuter. As a result, his desire for a daughter grew even stronger.
"Mommy..." The moment Yangyang was put down by daddy, he dashed straight into the inner room, finding his mom attending to her hair in front of the mirror.
"Let me!" Ye Zi'an stepped forward to take over the comb, "I haven't combed your hair for several days."