Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Since that incident, Lu Fang has become much more restrained in everything he does.

Su Nanqin was annoyed by Lu Fang's blockhead behavior; he only got serious when Su Nanqin provoked him.

"Haha, I was wrong, Lu Fang...stop..." Su Nanqin rolled around, tickled. "Stop it, it's ticklish..."

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Su Nanqin laughed until he couldn't breathe, while feeling that Lu Fang was a disappointment. All his efforts to provoke him had been in vain, and the so-called lesson he was supposed to teach him was just tickling him.

He was both angry and laughing, tears streaming down his face from laughing. "Wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"Ah... I know I was wrong, hahaha, the mistake was..."

"Hmm?" Lu Fang deliberately put on a serious face.

Su Nanqin had no idea where he had gone wrong. That bastard Lu Fang hadn't done anything wrong at all. "Spare me?"

"Spare you?" "What did you call me?"

"Hahaha...husband, husband." Su Nanqin couldn't resist the tickling and admitted his mistake faster than anyone else.

Just as Lu Fang was about to let him go, a childish voice came from the doorway: "Daddy, what are you doing?"

Soft and chewy, with the unique innocence and naivety of a child.

Lu Fang was still in the position of pressing down on Su Nanqin when he heard the sound and was startled.

Lu Fang coughed a few times and got up from Su Nanqin's body uncomfortably, then hurriedly wrapped Su Nanqin in a blanket.

Even though they hadn't done anything, they both let out a long sigh of relief.

Su Nanqin was carried up by Lu Fang, which means that Lu Fang didn't close the door.

Su Nanqin was furious and glared at Lu Fang, while the little dumpling stood at the door looking at them with curiosity.

Her gaze shifted from Su Nanqin to Lu Fang, her large, bright eyes darting around several times.

The two of them looked a little guilty.

Lu Fang thought to himself, "Could it be that this little brat knows something?"

He immediately dismissed that idea, saying that a little kid who hadn't even grown all his teeth and couldn't speak properly wouldn't know anything.

The little guy was still standing there, seemingly not planning to leave, his eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of stubbornness.

Upon hearing the sound, he assumed that Lu Fang was bullying his father, so he resolved to protect his father.

"Little dumpling, come here." Su Nanqin beckoned to him.

The little guy was wearing a fluffy cartoon pajama set, wrapped up like a dumpling, and wobbled over with his tiny steps.

It had only been a little over ten days since the last incident, although Su Nanqin had later taught the little guy to change his address.

But the little dumpling was still too scared.

The little guy walked up to Lu Fang and the other person, looking scared, but his eyes were stubborn and wary as he looked at Lu Fang.

He clenched his little fists, looking both cute and fierce, "You're not allowed to bully Daddy."

Su Nanqin couldn't help but almost burst out laughing.

Lu Fang's face turned green. Where was he bullying anyone? And this little ingrate, he can't be tamed.

Lu Fang was about to tease him a bit, but then he suddenly remembered the last time, and realized that the little dumpling's wariness was not unreasonable.

"What if I insist on bullying him?" Lu Fangchong narrowed his eyes at him.

The little guy immediately became alert, his fur standing on end.

Su Nanqin sighed, thinking to himself, "Looks like the father-son relationship between Lu Fang and his son is hopeless."

"Mianmian, come here, let Daddy hug you." Su Nanqin reached out to him; the little guy was not even four years old.

He could barely speak clearly, "Hug Daddy..."

The tiny, soft creature landed in Su Nanqin's arms. Su Nanqin lifted it up and bounced it around, saying, "You've gotten fat."

The little dumpling rolled her eyes, seemingly realizing that "fat" was a negative term, and pouted, whispering in protest, "Mianmian isn't fat, Lu Fang is..."