"Which room are you staying in? What do you mean?" An Ning asked, not understanding.
Yu Ziqian bounced twice forcefully on the bed, causing the mattress to wobble. "Well, tonight I'm going to stay with you, so of course Dad has to move out and stay somewhere else."
With a 'whoosh', the bathroom door was pulled open.
Yu Jingchen came out, giving his son a cold glare. "Go back to your own room."
Yu Ziqian looked fearfully at his father and then leaned hard into his mother's embrace. "Mom."
An Ning hugged her son tightly. "Mm, tonight you're sleeping with Mom."
"Mm-hmm."
Yu Jingchen also glanced sternly at the child's mother. "Let go."
An Ning held her son even tighter, like a hen protecting her chick. "The child hasn't seen me in a long time, he said he missed me a lot."
Yu Jingchen's throat was sore, he really didn't want to waste words. "You can continue to miss her tomorrow morning, but now you have to go back to your own room, to your own bed."
