"Dad—you've said this countless times!" Ning Chenyang crossed his arms and looked at him, twisting his head. "Am I really that much trouble?"
"Yes." Qin Jian looked down at the little guy with an educating tone, "You keep causing me trouble every day! How many times has the kindergarten teacher called me this month?"
Every time he finished a meeting, he'd get a call—it was either about fighting with other kids or teasing the teacher.
What made him even more exasperated was that he actually took the car out for a drive!
"Alright, stop scolding him. What boy isn't a bit naughty?" An Hao interjected.
"He almost got himself kidnapped." Qin Jian still had lingering fear when mentioning this.
"No way! I actually spotted the old man's plot long ago."
"What use is spotting it? Can you rescue the other kids?" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow at the little guy talking back to him.
