Ansel took out the car, then suddenly burst into loud laughter.
Jian Yufei was puzzled. "What are you laughing at?"
"Mommy, this is too funny…" Ansel handed her the car. "Look at it."
Jian Yufei glanced at the car, still unable to figure out what was so funny. Or perhaps, her brain had stopped functioning altogether.
Ansel sighed, speechless. "Mommy, don't you see? The toy car Daddy gave me is the same brand as the real car I gave him."
"And then?"
"Ugh, you really defeat me. I gave him a real car, and he gave me a toy car... so he got mad."
After all, as a father, gifting something less valuable than what his four-year-old son gifted would naturally make him feel embarrassed.
To save face, he intentionally threw a big tantrum during the day.
Suddenly understanding, Jian Yufei forced a smile. "So that's how it is."
"Mommy, don't…" get upset.
Ansel's words hadn't finished when he suddenly saw a tall man standing at the door.
