But she had no fat at all, and she couldn't hold it in her hand no matter how hard she tried.

"You, you ruined my clothes again!! I made these a few days ago!"

"I'll buy it for you."

Jiang Cheng smiled contentedly, his narrow, dark eyelids slightly narrowed, like a lazy and charming beast.

He held Shen Zhiyi's petite and plump body in his arms, pressing her whole body into his strong and hot embrace, his eyes still dark, the tide of passion had not completely subsided.

"Wife, I know what you want to tell me."

"You mean to say that I always wronged that brat and was too harsh on him, right?"

"Isn't it?"

Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes and glared at him, “Changan is only three years old, what bad intentions could he have!”

"You keep a stern face on him every day, and it's frightening him to the point of becoming more and more timid!"

"Um."

Jiang Cheng felt that even if he explained it to Shen Zhiyi, she would definitely not believe it.

After all, words are not enough.

So he pursed his lips, thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you pretend to be asleep for a while."

"I'll put on a play for you."

"After you finish reading this, think about whether I was too harsh on him."

“???” Shen Zhiyi’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: “Acting?!”

"Husband... you're really plotting against your own son!"

"Then what can I do?"

Jiang Cheng laughed dumbly, stood up with his bare chest and said, "Who made him follow you? He's like a little fox, with so many tricks in his head that you can't count them all."

"If I, as a father, don't learn to be smarter, will I be able to control him in the future?"