Chapter 940

“Silly boy,” Charles smirked and carried his son before plopping him down on his shoulders.

Still angry at him, the little boy ignored him and ruffled up his hair, making it look as messy as possible. Then, he stretched out his free hand to hold his mother’s hand.

“Don’t pull your dad’s hair like that, it’ll hurt,” Sophia said.

Although Charles’ face seemed cold as usual, there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes. “It’s fine.”

The restaurant manager led them to the room that they had