Seeing An Jing laugh heartily without any reservation, even though Xiao Changyi knew that An Jing was just teasing him, he wasn't angry at all. In fact, the tenderness in his cold eyes seemed to deepen a bit more.
Caught by the corner of his eye, Xiao Changyi noticed their youngest son practicing the horse stance, his little legs trembling, so he touched the boy's head: "Take a rest before you continue practicing."
An Yiyun was physically weak, unlike his brothers Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing. With such physical activities, he couldn't last long, but he continued to persist, gritting his tiny teeth.
"No, Yun Er wants to keep practicing!" An Yiyun said this with extraordinary stubbornness, his little face full of a defiant expression.
Xiao Changyi didn't say a word.
But An Jing felt pained, "Yun Er, honey, take a rest before you continue." Her youngest son's legs were still shaking.