Su Yafu snorted coldly, expressing disdain. He was not going to be so easily bought off!
And stop calling him Little Darling, it's disgusting!
"Yafu, Little Darling, are you still mad at Daddy?" Su Yan moved forward, trying to hug him.
Su Yafu shrank back a little, glaring at Su Yan. His eyes told him not to touch him, to stay away from him!
"Yafu, Little Darling, Daddy will be very sad if you act like this." Su Yan covered his chest, his face full of despair.
"You could win an Oscar for that performance." Su Yafu contemptuously said.
Su Yan's mouth twitched. It was hard enough just getting a word out of him, and yet it was filled with such mockery. But it was still better than him saying nothing at all!
He persistently shoved himself into their cozy bedtime story, insisting his son forgive him.
Eventually, Su Yafu conceded and uttered forgiveness.
