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"Daddy, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup!"
A cheerful, childish voice came from inside the room. Little Yang Guo sat on Yang Ming's shoulders, his chubby little legs swinging in the air as he stared excitedly ahead, as though he had become a knight riding a fine horse across the plains.
Yang Ming enjoyed interacting with his child as well. He crawled on all fours, steadying his son while racing forward at tremendous speed.
The wild wind rushed against their faces, tossing the father and son's hair about.
Yet Yang Guo was not frightened in the slightest. Instead, he became even more excited, shouting nonstop.
Judging by how thrilled he was, he would probably still be full of energy even if he played with his father for another day and night.
When Yang Ming finally stopped running, Hu Liena was already prepared. She scooped little Yang Guo into her arms and said,
"It's time for bed."
Yang Guo was in the middle of having fun. How could he possibly agree?
His childish little face immediately scrunched up, and his tiny mouth puckered unhappily. He was on the verge of crying from grievance.
"Mommy, I still want to play with Daddy. I don't want to go sleepy-sleep."
Ordinary children only began learning to speak when they were two or three years old.
However, when Yang Guo had been born, Yang Ming had given him a Dragon Ball, making his talent far surpass that of ordinary people. Though he was not yet a year old, he had not only grown much bigger, but could also speak fluently. Yang Ming regarded him as the future pride of the family.
Yang Ming rarely spent time with his son, so he could not help speaking up for Yang Guo.