Jian Yi's face was as expressionless as an iceberg, and his thin lips directly wanted to spit out the words "Don't want to."
Jian Chenglang saw that he was about to kill the conversation again, so he quickly stopped him: "Bro! Aren't you going to ask Little Yan why he's asking that first?"
Jian Yi was silent for a moment, then his gaze calmly turned to Qin Xiyin, and he asked word for word: "Why are you asking that?"
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Qin Xiyin pursed his rosy little lips.
He really wasn't used to talking to his dad; his dad's cold tone made him want to hit someone.
But suddenly his gaze shifted, and he saw Little Lu Li, Qu Qianqian, and Zhang Yiming waving at him from not far away, cheering him on.
Qin Xiyin was re-energized, with a flicker of flame in his eyes!
Forget it, let's save Dad first.
He pursed his little mouth, gripped his pen in his little hand, and remembered what Ms. Li Li said about being tactful.
So he bowed his head and wrote:
