"Good, you little rascal, you even dare to tease your father. Watch me beat your butt!" Xiao Yuchuan pretended to catch Little Ye'er.
Little Ye'er dashed away, "No hitting, no hitting..."
"I'll catch you and hit you..."
"Then come and catch me... hahaha..." Little Ye'er laughed and darted around in the yard, while Xiao Yuchuan chased after him. Every time he was about to catch him, Little Ye'er escaped again, running and laughing joyfully.
Su Qingyue knew that with third brother's martial arts skills, catching Ye'er was a piece of cake. He was deliberately playing with his son. Seeing their joyful bond, she couldn't help but smile.
The gentle afternoon breeze blew, and Su Qingyue arrived at the yard where Su Jingyu was temporarily staying.
