"Handsome Daddy, give me the silver, give me the silver."
Ye Zi'an, seeing his son's excitement, felt somewhat bewildered. This little rascal seemed to be aiming for exactly five taels of silver. His hand, which was touching his purse, hesitated.
Seeing that his father wasn't pulling out the silver, Yangyang looked at him anxiously, "Handsome Daddy, you're not going back on your word, are you? Handsome Daddy, grown-ups mustn't lie to children."
Ye Zi'an raised an eyebrow but eventually took out five taels of silver and gave them to him.
However, the story hadn't ended there.
Lele, who had been in the next room with Yang Chuxia, came in. He glanced at his brother putting away the coin purse, walked up to Ye Zi'an, who pretended to be sipping tea, and calmly extended a little hand, "Dad, we are both your sons, you can't play favorites."
Ye Zi'an nearly spit out a mouthful of water.
