Mo Yinhe patted the space beside him and said, "Xiaolei, sit beside Daddy."
Xi Lei, holding his little dish of condiments, scooted over in a hurry. After Mo Yinhe picked him up and placed him at his side, the little guy casually dangled his short legs and asked, "Daddy, Mommy, who's going to wash your socks?"
"No one has washed them yet." Mo Yinhe teased on purpose, "Why, are you going to wash your parents' socks for them too?"
Xi Lei shrugged his little shoulders nonchalantly. "Anyway, this young master is destined to wash socks. Washing one more pair is still washing, and washing two more is the same. It's no big deal. Now that this young master has learned how to wash socks, I'll be able to win over lots of beauties in the future."
"PFFT..." Ye Shen was drinking corn juice and almost sprayed it all over the table. He stared at his little nephew. "You're already thinking about wooing beauties at this age? You little fellow, you haven't even grown all your fuzz yet."
