These two are so troublesome, raising them is more exhausting than raising twenty grown sons.
"No need," Ye Qingci said with a smile, "You're just impatient; the sons are quite fun. I'm not tired; actually, you should delegate some work and spend more time with the four of us. We really miss you!"
Jian Shichu gave her a kiss, snorted, and glanced at Xiao Ah Wan: "He doesn't miss me at all!"
Xiao Ah Wan, a forgiving little guy, lifted his small face and gave a charming smile to his dad: "Fragrant… poop… poop…"
Jian Shichu said, "Look, your son is so self-absorbed! He says his poop smells good!"
"What are you talking about?" Ye Qingci laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder, "He says he misses Daddy, he misses Daddy!"
