He glanced at his sister, and seeing that she too had fallen asleep, he finally let out a sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Looking at his parents who hadn’t moved an inch from beginning to end, Yangyang stomped his little feet, hands akimbo.
"I have sothing to say to you two!"
Little Yangyang was very serious, and Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an exchanged a glance before following him to the outer room.
Then they heard Yangyang angrily say, "You two are too much, how could you make my sister cry?"
"And you really are too too much, not even comforting her when she cries."
Seeing his son’s puffed-up little face, Ye Zi’an said indifferently, "Isn’t that because you, her brother, were comforting her? You did quite a skillful job, both your sister and brother were comforted. From now on, the job of comforting your siblings can be left to you."
"You... you..." Yangyang felt sothing was off about that, "No, that’s not right. My sister kept crying just now, and you both just watched without comforting her. And why was she crying when she was clearly asleep? Don’t think I don’t know."
"Oh? What do you know?" Ye Zi’an found the little fella really amusing, acting like a little adult.
"Grandma told that what you like most is to see little kids cry, even when they are asleep you would wake them up just to see them cry. Grandma said I must keep a close eye on you. If you make mistakes, I must criticize you sternly and tell Grandma."
Yangyang felt the world was too sad; how could his parents be so childish?
How could they have such a childish hobby as to enjoy seeing people cry?
Hearing his words, Yang Chuxia felt her past misdeeds were beyond redemption.
"Son, you saw it wrong just now, your sister cried on her own," Yang Chuxia suddenly found this excuse to be so feeble.
Even if Yueyue and Qingqing were not made to cry by them, talking near them probably woke them up anyway.
"I don’t believe it; it was you who made them cry," Yangyang twisted his little head stubbornly, "The baby is very angry, you are too childish. I’m telling you, don’t make my brother and sister cry again, otherwise, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Ye Zi’an asked, amused.
"Otherwise I’ll tell Grandma and let her scold you." After a pause, he added, "And you two are not friendly at all, watching comfort my brother without helping . That’s not right."
The little guy must have been really upset; not only was his face red, but his eyes were red too.
Yang Chuxia quickly pulled her son over and said softly, "Son, don’t be angry anymore, your mom knows she was wrong, can you keep it a secret for mom and not tell Grandma?"
"Really knows what you did wrong?"
Yang Chuxia nodded sheepishly, "Yes, I know."
Hearing this, Yangyang was satisfied, "That’s more like it." He patted Yang Chuxia’s hand, "Don’t worry mom, your son will keep your secret, but you can’t make my brother and sister cry anymore, and you can’t be like when my brother and I were little, tornting us."
"..." Yang Chuxia was speechless; who said only Lele was mischievous? This one was just the sa.
"Okay, okay, your mom promises you."
"Mm, mom is the best; you take a good rest, and I’ll go to the study." After saying this, the little guy walked away proudly, casting a special glance at Ye Zi’an on the way out, feeling that his handso dad was becoming less and less friendly.
"It’s over, our image must have hit rock bottom in Yangyang’s eyes," Yang Chuxia lanted after he left.
"You’re overthinking it; he’ll forget about this soon enough."
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