Song Xiaobao pursed his lips and stared at Li Shaoyan, and the father and son looked at each other for a few seconds.

"It's better."

The person who had been pursing his lips finally spoke. After that, he jumped off the sofa and hugged his tablet and went upstairs. Song Yiran stared blankly as his son's small body disappeared, and then turned his head blankly to look at Li Shaoyan.

"Is this, forgive me?"

"What about that?"

Li Shaoyan asked back, and there was a little bit of cramping in his eyes.

Song Yiran was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly let out an unwilling wail.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Song Xiaobao has known you for so long, and he actually forgives me for your words! I clearly said so many good words and guarantees to him! It's so unfair, Li Shaoyan, I want to bite you."

Listening to Song Yiran's roaring indignantly, Li Shaoyan's eyes became more pampered.

When she was almost yelling, she reached out and pulled the person into her arms.

"Okay, Xiaobao was just frightened. He was only five years old, and it was already difficult to accept the facts. It would be even more difficult to forgive you. He was just angry with you."

"But why do you speak effectively?"

"Because I am his daddy, he is my son."

"Then I'm still his mommy!"

Song Yiran said angrily, but Li Shaoyan just smiled and patted her back and gave her the hair.

"Tsk tsk, it's really eaten. I'm still thinking about turning the tables, there's no chance!"
Chapter completed!