Yan Sijue sat on the floor, one hand resting on the sofa, and glanced at him casually: "Even if you lose, you can't lose your composure. Didn't your mommy teach you that?"
Xiaoze huffed as he grabbed the controller back, stubbornly saying, "Who says I'm not composed? But this controller really doesn't work well!"
"Then shall we switch?" Yan Sijue's eyes showed a hint of amusement, and he very understandingly offered his own to him.
Xiaoze rolled his eyes and shook his head: "No! That wouldn't be fair to you, Daddy!"
"Are you afraid you won't have an excuse if you lose again?" Yan Sijue hit the nail on the head.
"Not at all!" Xiaoze snorted, vehemently denying it, but his face turned slightly red.
"This is the first lesson Daddy is teaching you." Yan Sijue reached out and patted his head, "Failure is inevitable, no matter where you stand."
Xiaoze stuck out his tongue: "Yeah, like Daddy, even with your status, you still can't get a wife!"
Yan Sijue squinted at him.
