After searching for a while, Senbao got tired and almost all the cheese in his hand was eaten.

He looked down and patted his bulging belly. He had eaten a lot today and was so satisfied.

Qiao's house was filled with Christmas decorations and had a very Christmas atmosphere. Senbao was walking on the corridor alone. He liked it very much, but he still wanted to find the little villain.

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find it.

Senbao was discouraged.

When he was in a bad mood, he liked to kick things. Even though this was Uncle Joe's house, he still kicked over several flower pots.

A group of servants ran over anxiously: "Little ancestor, don't waste the flowers and plants, these are all very precious varieties."

Senbao curled his lips.

Several men smoking on the balcony happened to see this little guy Senbao, and Song Shaoyan hurried downstairs.

He grabbed Senbao's hand: "What are you doing again? Do you regard this place as your own home? If your mother sees it, you will be rewarded."

Senbao was so angry that he suddenly didn't want to talk.

He would retort when he was taught a lesson before, but this time he didn't speak, lowered his head, and was unhappy.

Senbao was a child who couldn't hide his expression. All his emotions were written on his face. At first glance, Song Shaoyan thought he was sick, so why didn't he speak?

"This is Uncle Qiao's house, do you understand? Hold up the flowerpot." Song Shaoyan taught him.

The servant said: "No, no, we can come."

"No, let him come." Song Shaoyan let go of his hand, "Song Beisen, hold up the flower pot."

Senbao was not happy. He silently knelt down and picked up the flower pots he had kicked over one by one. Fortunately, the flower pots were not broken, but the soil in the flower pots was dumped on the ground.

Senbao stupidly put the cheese box on the ground and grabbed the dirt with his hands.

Song Shaoyan was furious: "Song Beisen, do you have any brains?!"

Senbao was at a loss, what are you doing? Nothing he did was right.

Song Shaoyan was very angry.

Senbao's hands were black and filled with dirt.

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he wanted to slap him, but fortunately Josnian stopped him: "Okay, are you really willing to beat your own child?"

"Old Qiao, if your family is like this, will you beat me?" Song Shaoyan was furious.

"My Zhibao can't do such a thing." Josnian raised his eyebrows and made an understatement.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

Can he shut up Josnian?! This is not comforting, this is adding fuel to the fire!

Although Senbao didn't speak, he still looked unconvinced, and his expression looked very much like Song Shaoyan's.

Josnian noticed that Song Beisen and Song Shaoyan looked very similar. Song Beisen was just like Song Shaoyan, so he had no choice but to refuse.

"Young Master, I'll take you to wash your hands." The servant watched his words and was afraid that Mr. Song would hit the child, so he took Senbao's hand and left.

Senbao walked down the stairs whenever there was a chance and didn't dare to talk back to his father.

Although dad is a paper tiger, sometimes paper tigers can be quite scary.

Before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the cheese box on the floor and followed the servant.

Song Shaoyan looked at Song Beisen's retreating back angrily, feeling angry but unable to express his anger. After all, he was his biological son, and he was quite cute.

For a long time, Song Shaoyan remained silent and frowned.

Josnian laughed out loud and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be angry. It's okay for the kid to be naughty."

"What do you know?" Song Shaoyan knew that this was not the first time Senbao had done this.
Chapter completed!