"I wasn't eavesdropping. I knocked when I came in, you just didn't hear it. I'm listening openly and aboveboard." Beiming Han walked in.
"What are you doing? I'm taking a bath, why are you coming in?" Xia Tian glared at him, huffing and puffing, his little face puffed up.
"I'm taking a bath too." Beiming Han walked over and started to take off his clothes.
"Hey, what is wrong with you, you've got no shame at all! Wait till I'm done, then you can wash."
"Why should I wait? You're my son, isn't it perfectly normal for us to bathe together?" Beiming Han was already starting to take off his pants.
Once Beiming Han had taken off his shorts, Xia Tian's eyes went wide and he let out a shriek. "Ah!"
"What's wrong?" Beiming Han looked at him, totally puzzled.
"What is that! How can it look so ugly!" Xia Tian pointed at Beiming Han's baobei.
Beiming Han raised his hand and knocked him lightly on the head. "Haven't you got one?"
