With no choice, Ye Zi'an had to go to his son's room.
Upon entering, he immediately noticed the room wasn't filled with the usual laughter and chatter.
Lele was holding a small sketchbook, indifferently flipping through it.
As for Yangyang, he was pouting, with his small toys scattered all over the floor, clearly in a huff.
Seeing Ye Zi'an come in, Yangyang didn't throw himself at him like he used to.
"Daddy..." he called out and then gave no more reaction.
"Tsk, tsk," Ye Zi'an squatted down in front of him, "why aren't you happy?"
"Baby happy! Baby happy!" Yangyang snorted twice.
With that, Ye Zi'an burst into laughter. Whoever said this kid was dim; just look at him trying to mask his feelings, obviously, he was just maturing slowly.
Yangyang didn't understand why he was laughing and gave him a strange look before continuing with what he was doing.
"I heard you were causing trouble while your brother was writing?" Ye Zi'an's voice came softly.