Ya Shitian's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Jon pouted and said, "Daddy is biased, he makes it for you, not for me."
The little guy stared at Ya Shitian, "Daddy, I want to eat too, can you make it for me?"
Ye Anqi handed the bowl to Jon, "Mom isn't very hungry, why don't you eat mine?"
Jon shook his head, "I won't eat it, Mom, you should eat quickly, you need to eat more so you'll get better soon."
"Don't you want to eat too? Let's eat together."
"No."
Ya Shitian suddenly grabbed Jon and said coldly, "Come downstairs with me, I'll make it for you!"
Jon cheered, "Daddy is the best."
Ya Shitian lowered his gaze towards Ye Anqi, "You eat slowly, I'll take him downstairs for a bite."
"Okay." Ye Anqi still nodded with a smile.
Ya Shitian's throat moved slightly as he carried Jon away.
His steps were steady, yet quick.
Jon leaned quietly against him, whispering in his ear, "Daddy, Mom isn't right..."
Ya Shitian's heart sank heavily at this.
