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  Wang Yuexiang got worried and chased after Beibei. “Beibei, what did you do that made your Daddy angry?”


  Beibei shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I don’t know either.”


  He looked at Ming Ansheng. He was far ahead, and so he hurriedly jogged after him.

  They went upstairs.

  On the second floor, they turned a corner and ran into a tall figure.

  Ming Anyu saw Ming Ansheng’s cold expression and greeted him with a smile. “Ansheng, you’re back.”


  Ming Ansheng smirked and said to Ming Anyu with an underlying meaning, “Big Brother, you’ve been coming home very often.”


  Ming Anyu smiled foolishly. “I came to fetch Xiaoxiao. Your sister-in-law misses her.”


  “Take care of Xiaoxiao, don’t waste your time being concerned for unimportant people,” Ming Ansheng warned Ming Anyu.

  Then he walked into the study, pushed the door open, and entered without turning back.

  “Ansheng……” Ming Anyu stared at the door, face slightly pale.

  Suddenly, Ming Ansheng voice echoed from the study. “Beibei, why aren’t you coming in?”


  “Coming,” Beibei answered. He stood on tip-toes and whispered in Ming Anyu’s ear, “Uncle, my Daddy ate explosives. I think you better not talk to him.”


  Ming Anyu froze before retracting his gaze and looking at Beibei. He smiled gently and warmly and said, “He has his temper. If he says anything mean, don’t take it to heart. It’s for your own good.”


  Beibei smiled. “I know. He’s my Daddy, he’ll only scold me because he loves me.”


  Ming Anyu froze again, falling into a reverie as he stared at Beibei.

  “Uncle?” Beibei looked up at him and blinked in confusion.

  Ming Anyu recovered from his stupor and his gaze shifted away from him in panic. Then he shook his head and said to Beibei, “Nothing, you should hurry.”


  Beibei nodded and immediately went into Ming Ansheng’s study.

  In the study, Ming Ansheng was sitting in a comfortable armchair. The laptop in front of him was flipped open and there was a cigarette between his slender fingers, puffs of smoke billowing from it.

  Beibei closed the door and walked over. He asked with a smile, “Daddy, why are you smoking again? Tormented by Xiaojiao’s Mommy again?”


  Ming Ansheng’s expression turned dark. He said to the grinning fellow, “Ming Beichen, be serious.”


  Beibei immediately wiped off his smile and stopped in his tracks. He looked like a child who had done something wrong.

  “Book Baby.” Ming Ansheng leaned lazily in his seat, the two words spilled out of his mouth.

  Beibei’s hand quivered, and he looked at Ming Ansheng and frowned. “Daddy, you’re not happy?”


  So pretentious! He wasn’t even nine, yet he had learned to pretend.

  Ming Ansheng was furious. “How dare you sneakily use my laptop?”


  Beibei retracted his neck in fear. He pouted and murmured softly, “I didn’t do it sneakily.”


  “You refuse to admit?” Ming Ansheng became even more outraged.

  He refused to admit that he was in the wrong.

  Beibei looked up and frowned. “Grandmother and the helper saw me entering the room. So I wasn’t sneaky about it. I came in openly.”


  Ming Ansheng was speechless……

  He frowned and stared at Beibei.

  Was this young fellow’s obedient personality all a pretense?