Ye Jingzhe's magnanimous tone carried a subtle endurance. His naturally cold demeanor cast an intimidating presence that often made other kids steer clear of him. Only Gu Shurong clung to him like a sticky plaster, chattering in his ear every day. Now, without the constant chattering, five-year-old Ye Jingzhe truly felt what it meant to be alone.
"Boss, you're number one in this baby's heart! You're even more important than my dad, really!" Gu Shurong immediately made his stance clear.
Right after he finished speaking, Mo Yinhe hung up the phone.
He liked Ye Jingzhe a lot. The child's compelling presence reminded him of his younger self. "Uncle will take you out for dinner," he offered.
Ye Jingzhe pursed his cool, thin lips and nodded.
His assistant, standing nearby, said, "Young Master, you have a class at the training center this afternoon."
"Cancel it!"
Ye Jingzhe's cold voice left no room for argument, exuding the powerful aura of an adult.
