Yu Jingchen's stern face flickered with a trace of guilt, and he deliberately snorted, "Does a boy need less sweet talk?"
Yu Ziqian wrinkled his nose, anxious and pacing in circles. "What I said is the truth, it's not sweet talk."
"You just want to see An Ning." Yu Jingchen did not believe his son's words.
With his secret unveiled by his dad, Yu Ziqian stuck out his tongue awkwardly and hugged his dad's thighs tightly, "Dad, I really miss An Ning, but I miss you too, right? Just because I miss her doesn't mean I don't miss you, does it?"
He wasn't lying, oh no, one was his dad, and the other was the woman he loved most in his life, of course both were important, and both were to be loved.
Yu Jingchen pushed his son away with one hand and snapped, "Stand up, speak properly."
Always acting cute and hugging thighs was really not a good habit for a boy.
He must seriously correct him.
"Yes, Mr. President," Yu Ziqian stood up straight and even gave a military salute.