"I understand." Sean nodded.
Noah offered no more words, turned around expressionlessly, and walked towards the second floor.
Seeing Noah turn and head upstairs, Nathaniel, who was standing nearby, showed a slight look of dissatisfaction on his face. Just as he was about to turn and follow, a sudden coughing sound came from the sofa.
The little guy turned his head and saw Yancy holding his fist and coughing lightly.
"Dad, can I go take care of the pretty sister?" The little guy hesitated for a moment, then asked Yancy politely.
Listening to his son's voice, Yancy suddenly rose from the sofa and walked over.
He squatted down in front of the little guy and then spoke to him with a serious face.
"She doesn't need you to take care of her."
There's a man here who can take care of her perfectly well without his help.
Upon hearing his words, the little guy was visibly unhappy.
