章節 1677: The Lord of Zhitian Abbey in Desolation

"Ah!" Lil Yi 'er had already jumped out of his little grandpa's arms and into Rong Mo's arms. He hugged his father's neck tightly with both hands while his short legs clung tightly to his father's body.

However, after this little trick was done, the little guy knew that he had fallen into a trap! Not only did he punch his father's shoulder in anger, but he also knocked his head against his father's chest.

Annoyed!

So angry!

"Alright, alright. Yi 'er is not angry anymore." Ye Qianli held her son's small fist tightly, wondering if she cared about His Highness or comforted her son.

"Humph!" Little Yi 'er was unwilling! He knocked his head against his father a few more times before saying angrily, " Father, if you throw me away again, I won't raise you! "

"Puff!" Liao Zongming couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ye Qianli was amused as she touched her son's bald head. " Yi 'er is right. When your father is old, you should leave him behind too. "