The man cast him an indifferent look.
Obviously, he knew what mischief he was up to again.
This son of his was more capable than he had thought.
He could actually breach the Pentagon's security system with minimal effort.
His son was truly a chip off the old block.
The father and son exchanged glances and remained reticent.
She was still skeptical. "Really?"
"Really, really! Mommy, Youyou's really playing a game!" He pouted his lips, as if he were being wronged, and made an affectionate move on her with his innocuous eyes, which were akin to Bambi the deer.
She was ultimately defeated by him, but she could not refrain from lecturing him. "You must take note of the time even when you're playing a game next time! It's already so late; didn't I tell you to maintain a regular sleeping schedule? Do you always misbehave once mommy is not at home?"
Hearing her nag, a heavy weight was lifted off his heart instead.
It seemed that his mommy believed him.
He quickly schooled his face into a pitiful one. "Sorry, mommy. I'm at fault! This isn't intentional. It's just that I took a longer time playing this round. Youyou won't do this next time!"
"There won't be a next time!" she rebuked.
Right away, he bobbed his head in a motion akin to pounding garlic and then cajoled, "Mommy, Youyou's hungry. Can mommy go cook some noodles for Youyou?"
As these cooing words left his lips, he pulled at her clothes while gazing at her miserably.
"I simply can't do anything about you, can I?" Her heart had softened by now. "I'll go cook some noodles for you. Quickly clean up the study room and go to sleep after you eat!"
Her son cheered straight away and clapped his hands in delight.
She helplessly reached her hand out to stroke his head before she left the room to prepare the noodles.
The father and son, who remained in the same space, stared at each other.
The warmth and adoration found across his features departed in a flash. He cast his frosty eyes on the man and interrogated him in an unwelcoming manner, "Mu Yazhe, what are you doing here?"
The man dipped his head to look at him and could not help but snarl, "You ungrateful brat!"
"?" The little lad furrowed his brows, unable to catch his words.
Plastering a sinister smirk on his lips, he bent down to his son's level. "When you deceived your mommy with a lie moments ago, I didn't expose you out of goodwill. Once your mommy left, you then treat me in such a manner."
"Hmph! I didn't lie! I was just playing a game!" The little lad threw up his hands with an innocent face.
Breaching the security system of the Pentagon was indeed a simple and low-level game to him; it was not a challenge even.
He did not lie. He had never lied to his mommy.
He was a well-behaved child!
He owned a clear conscience.
"Mhm! You were playing a game." The man nodded sincerely.
It was just that this game could not be completed by just any adult skilled at hacking.
"Breaching the Pentagon within minutes, I'm truly regarding you in a different light now." The man looked intensely at him. "Do you play with firearms, too?"
The boy's complexion darkened at once.
This man was far smarter than he had imagined; he actually recognized what was on the screen previously.
"The Northern American and East Asian routes are under your administration, huh?"
The little lad was left entirely speechless.
His daddy was a formidable character, indeed.
The man sighed helplessly. "Your mommy is dumb. She can't understand these, but I do of course."
"My mommy isn't dumb!" The child glared at him fiercely upon hearing his words. He grunted and retorted, "You're not allowed to speak ill of my mommy!"
"Fine!" The man readily consented to his will. "Let me hear you call me 'daddy' for once, then."