"Oh oh..." Yu Ziqian cheered happily. "Can I make a call to my dad?"
"No way!" An Ning stopped him. "It's not urgent to tell your dad about this yet, wait a few days!"
"Why?" The little boy asked, puzzled.
"..." An Ning didn't answer, also unsure.
Cheng Yujie jumped in to speak first. "Because your mom wants to punish your dad a little. After all, he's been keeping secrets, let him taste what it's like to be kept in the dark."
Yu Ziqian nodded knowingly. "Oh, that's how it is. In that case, I agree with Mom's idea, totally agree."
...
In the evening, Yu Ziqian moved his fingers, counting the days. "Mom, you gave Dad a deadline of three days, so today counts as one day, right?"
An Ning dried her hair and got into bed. "Yes."
Originally it couldn't count as one day yet, but seeing the eagerness in the child's eyes, she couldn't bear to delay it.
Oh well, eventually they'll forgive him anyway.
