Yu Jingchen hoisted his son high into the air, ready to head downstairs.
Yu Ziqian, hanging upside down, flailed his arms and legs in the air as if swimming, paddling back and forth. "Sister An Ning, hurry and save me, I'm about to fall!"
An Ning quickly descended the stairs, catching up with Yu Jingchen's pace, grabbing his arm and shouting angrily, "Let the child go right now! What if you drop him?"
Yu Jingchen shook his son vigorously. "This little rascal, since he was small he's been coveting my things, harboring delusions of monopolizing the woman I like. You still want me to keep him around? Should I raise a tiger only to have it turn on me?"
"Wuwu... I didn't..." Yu Ziqian sobbed, protesting his innocence.
An Ning grabbed the child, whose clothes were close to tearing, to prevent him from really dropping onto the floor. "Can't you act maturely? You take a child's words seriously? What kind of father argues with a child?"