The light inside the house is a little dim.

Zhan Beihan sat alone behind the desk, as if he was writing something. After hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and saw a small figure rushing in with great momentum.

The guard at the door stretched out his hands in vain, and his voice was about to cry without tears: "Little Prince, you can't go in..."

Han Han turned a blind eye and ran to the desk quickly, tiptoed and patted his little hands on the table.

Bang!

A dull sound.

The little guy looked serious: "Dad, I have something to tell you."

man:"......"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the anxious guard outside the door: "Go down."

"Yes." The guard immediately bowed and pulled up the door.

The man looked at his son who was struggling to stick on the table and sneered: "Aren't you tired of lying down?"

Han Han didn't say anything, and looked at him with big eyes very seriously.

Zhan Beihan threw down his pen casually, and without caring about the ink staining the snow-white rice paper, he leaned against the back of the chair behind him and said lukewarmly: "What do you want to say, say it."

Han Han looked at him unhappily and looked at the desk in the middle.

Zhan Beihan’s desk is very large, made of solid wood, wide and heavy.

It's taller than the little guy's chest.

Han Han was too lazy to go around and talk, so he simply stood on the desk, stepped on the carvings at the edge of the desk, and climbed flexibly onto the desk.

The man frowned and looked at him: "Who taught you the rules? Climb to the desk and talk? Come down."

"No." Han Han refused.

Not only did he climb up to the desk, he also climbed in front of the man, sitting on the white paper where he practiced writing, sitting face to face with the man, his eyes were level, and a very serious expression appeared on his little face.

"Dad, I have something to ask you."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice was cold: "Say."

Han Han asked, "Will you marry a mother?"

The man was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "Who asked you to ask? Your mother?"

Han Han shook his head: "No, I want to ask myself."

Zhan Beihan instantly lost interest and reached out to pick up the little guy: "You don't have to worry about this kind of thing, just play with it."

In a hurry, Han Han grabbed his finger and widened his eyes angrily: "Why can't I know? Dad, you are as partial as your mother!"

The man sneered: "Who is this king biased?"

"Falsely bent on Beibei." Han Han said aggrievedly, "I don't know what Beibei knows. You all hide it from me and don't tell me!"

The man bluntly attacked his son: "Bibei is smarter than you."

Hanhan: "??"

The man said again: "He wouldn't come to ask me such a stupid question."

Cold: "..."

The little guy was hit hard and hadn't come back to his senses yet.

The man held his clothes in one hand and took him off the desk and placed it on the ground. Seeing the wrinkled paper on the table, he twisted his eyebrows unhappily: "Don't come to my king to make trouble, go find your mother..."

Before he could finish his words to drive the person, Hanhan hurriedly grabbed him: "Dad, please tell me first."

The man squinted his eyes and thought about the feasibility of throwing the person out directly.

Next second.

Han Han said angrily: "Of course Beibei won't come to ask you such a question. He wishes his mother wouldn't marry you!"

Man: "...tsk."

He let go of his hand impatiently: "What the hell do you want to ask?"

Han Han immediately said: "Will you marry a mother?"

Man: "Yes."

......

Hearing this short and straightforward answer, the little guy was stunned and stared at him blankly.

The man met his suspicious gaze: "Are you finished asking?"

Will you marry him?

Chapter completed!