Xizeer slowly put down the glass of water, licked his lips, wanting to say something, but suddenly didn't know what would be good to say.
Kang Chen felt a little sour inside. He patted Yousheng's little bottom, "You stinky kid, you called mom and brother, why didn't you call dad... If you dare not to, be careful I'll smack you!"
Ming Mei gave Kang Chen a playful glare: "Don't scare my son... Our Yousheng is so good, and smart too. Look, he already knows how to call people at such a young age."
Ming Mei hugged Yousheng and kissed him a few times on the face. Yousheng giggled, reaching his little claws to grab Ming Mei's hair.
Ming Mei was so frightened that she quickly pulled her hair back. She didn't dare let Yousheng grab her hair again. Yousheng was a little rough, and this afternoon, he had yanked out quite a few strands, making Ming Mei almost cry from the pain.
Ming Mei placed Yousheng on the sofa, "Go play with your brother. I know you like him."
