Mo Yinhe listened to the executive's report on this quarter's earnings, growing impatient. He turned his head and saw several people standing outside the conference room, one of whom was staring at him lost in thought, wondering who knows what. A grown man actually smiling somewhat sillily—how contemptible!
Mo Yinhe ended the meeting early, tired of the executives' clichés. He then hopped off his custom-made high chair and walked out with authoritative steps to where Ye Junqing stood, still quite irritated, "Looking for me? Do you have an appointment?"
Ye Junqing didn't answer him, instead, he reached out and picked up the authoritative little guy.
The executives following Mo Yinhe widened their eyes upon seeing this; Boss Mo hated being held by others the most, yet now Mr. Ye was holding him so recklessly!
Mo Yinhe indeed darkened his face, just about to explode when Ye Junqing reached out again and pinched his delicately adorable cheeks, "As expected of my son."
