"Oh," Song Jinze replied softly, and then the corners of his lips slightly lifted, "Xiao Chen, are you worried that Mom will be taken away by Shu Siyu and want to find Dad for help?"
Xiao Chen's little heart skipped half a beat—oh no, Dad was too smart!
Great Grandfather had always said that all is fair in war.
This was not the time for him to fall into disarray just because Dad had seen through his words; he needed to remedy the situation quickly.
The little guy blinked, his milky voice rising a notch, "No, Daddy, it's that Shu Siyu's dad is really handsome, and I told you this because I want you to pay more attention to your wife."
After hearing the little one's words, Song Jinze's handsome face didn't show much fluctuation, "Go to sleep. Now."
Xiao Chen was momentarily stunned—was Daddy rejecting him?
He pouted, "Daddy, you haven't answered me yet."