Xia Sichen blinked his innocent eyes and asked curiously, "Dad, what's up with me?"
Xia Wanqing snorted, "I gave birth to you. How could I not know what's on your mind?"
Xia Sichen immediately said, "Dad, you're wrong. I was born by my mom. No matter how advanced your martial arts are, you don't have that ability!"
"No manners! How dare you joke with your old man? I'll kick you, you brat!" Xia Wanqing glared and kicked out at him.
Xia Sichen took the kick head-on, but he didn't care at all; he had been kicked around since young. Yet, he still rubbed his butt helplessly and said, "Can't you be a bit gentler, Dad? Do you know why no women have liked you all these years after mom passed away? You need to change, otherwise, you won't find a stepmother for me in this lifetime!"
"Stop babbling, are you going to speak or not?" Xia Wanqing was so annoyed that he lost his temper.
