Xiaoze stood next to them holding a box of strawberries, looking all set to watch the show unfold.
Yan Sijue glanced at him, "Go back to your room."
"I won't."
"Really not going back?" Yan Sijue squinted his eyes.
Xiaoze was very persistent, "I won't, I just won't."
"Alright, then I'll take your mommy back to the room." As he said this, he took the box of strawberries from his son's hands and walked away with Mu Yiliang in his arms.
Xiaoze was left standing there with his hands still in the shape of holding the box, frozen for a while.
...
Thinking of her son's dumbfounded expression, Mu Yiliang couldn't help but laugh all the way back.
Back in the room, she turned to see the man's smiling eyes and couldn't help but say, "You always bully Xiaoze."
"Do I?" He picked up a strawberry, brought it to her lips, his voice a little hoarse, "Actually, I prefer bullying you."
