"Did you and your little brother have dinner?" Yang Chuxia asked as she approached.
"I ate, but little brother didn't."
Yang Chuxia paused at this revelation, "Why didn't little brother eat?"
"He was angry," Lele explained.
Little Yangyang had cried for a long time that afternoon. At first, the crying was feigned, a ploy to catch his parents' attention, but it soon turned into genuine tears streaming down his cheeks. Even when it was time for dinner, Mingcui couldn't coax him to eat.
Ye Zi'an's eyebrows shot up, "Is he staging a hunger strike? Xiaxia, are you sure we have a son, not a daughter?"
"I also think he might be a fake son," Yang Chuxia agreed wholeheartedly, nodding deeply. He loves to be coddled, cries, and when he's upset, he refuses to eat. Oh heavens, these are all things a little daughter would do!
"Little brother is a boy," Lele defended Yangyang from her father's arms.
Ye Zi'an said nothing in response.