薄景珩INDIGNANTly pinched the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes flickering with killing intent. He ignored the fact that the kid was deliberately provoking him. “冉冉。” He finally broke the silence, his voice cold. “嗯。” She hummed, nodding seriously. “爸，你今天穿这件西装真好看。” She pointed at the man in front of her. 薄景珩's eyes slightly softened, but he quickly recovered. “少来这套，我听出来了，你今天没少惹事。” 苏冉冉 immediately lowered her head. “没有啦，就是...” “就是什么？” He interrupted impatiently. “就是那个小朋友抢了我的冰淇淋，我推了他一下。” She said, trying to justify herself. 薄景珩 was about to scold when he suddenly stopped. He looked at the little boy in the distance. 一只小狗, 正欢快地跑着, 口中叼着一个白色的气球。那气球正是苏冉冉刚才被抢走的。 薄景珩's expression was stunned, and he couldn't help but look at his own son. 那个小男孩, 正抬头看着他, 眼中带着一丝挑衅。 “爸, 你回来了啊。” 薄承宇的语气很装熟, 他向薄景珩招了招手, “你老婆呢?” 薄景珩's face turned black, and he walked over to the little boy. “你阴阳我？” 薄承宇撇撇嘴. “不是我啊, 是妈让我来接你的。” 薄景珩这才反应过来, 他看向苏冉冉, 发现她正偷偷地笑。