Wen Baobao was initially immersed in the joy of his parents' company, but as soon as he heard that He Siming was going back to work, his angelic face clouded.
He sniffled, then suddenly stared at He Siming with his hands on his hips.
"My mommy told me that while you and I are ninety-nine percent related, there is still one percent that we are not. Mommy and I are on our own, and you can go wherever you want."
Goodness…
"When did I ever tell him that?" Wen Shuyue had no idea what the little thing was up to. "Wasn't he delighted when I told him He Siming was his father? Why has he suddenly changed his mind?"
"Mommy, I am just trying to goad him to stay. He may not go to work." Wen Baobao reached for Wen Shuyue and whispered to her.
Wen Shuyue was speechless.
"Like father, like son." Wen Shuyue finally understood why this little thing had such a high IQ. Sometimes she thought it was good for him to be smart, but sometimes she wished he were a little stupid.
That her kid was a know-it-all sometimes made her seem like an idiot.
He Siming certainly did not hear the whispers between the two of them. After hearing Wen Baobao's words, his face became straight.
"Are you sure you want to have nothing to do with me?" He reached out and raised Wen Baobao's chin and asked.
"Yes, of course. I just need mommy alone. I don't need you." Wen Baobao said firmly and kept nodding his head.
The father and son were neck and neck in imperiousness. They gazed at each other, and Wen Shuyue seemed invisible to them.
Geez!
Wen Shuyue stroked her forehead helplessly. God knew how many times she sighed silently in her heart.
After tempering her mood, Wen Shuyue took Wen Baobao in her arms and then looked at He Siming with some embarrassment.
"Don't take what he said seriously. If you are busy at work, you can leave first. Drop us off at the amusement park. We are sorry to trouble you today. Thanks, anyway. "
"You're welcome." He Siming said in a flat tone.