Jun Ye didn't respond any further, using his chopsticks to pick up food and slowly savoring it between his teeth.
Gao Dashuai snorted, "You send me off to handle matters, yet leave me in the dark about how I might die."
Hearing his sarcastic tone, Jun Ye snorted back, "With me here, you think you can die?"
Perhaps sensing his father's agitated mood, Little Baozi raised the small spoon in his hand.
"Zhengzheng, you haven't finished what's in your bowl." Bai Lu said, seeing him and asking the child to lower his hand.
"Daddy, Daddy—" Little Baozi twisted his little body, still raising his spoon.
Jun Ye was forced to turn his head to look at the child, wearing a strict father's expression, "What's the matter, not eating properly?"
"I have, I have something to report."
Children in the group easily catch up on professional tone and use it in their speech. No one teaches them, but they do it naturally.
