Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Honey, I’m Home 2 “Of course it’s true. When did Dad ever lie to you?” Original content can be found at novel•fire.net Indeed, when did Dad lie to him? If someone were to lie, it would be Ye Dabao lying to him. So Xiaobao smiled, hugged his dad’s neck, and let him carry him into the car; on the other side, Bai Tingfang also came over. “You’re back? The cemetery…” Bai Tingfang was still concerned about this, especially about her son’s mood at this moment. She knew that her son had just come out of the hospital for that woman. However, what surprised her was that today was that woman’s burial day, and her son was incredibly calm. Not only calm, but he was also comforting her: “It’s okay, let’s go, let’s head home, it’s late.” Upon hearing this, Bai Tingfang could only get in the car and follow him back to that small courtyard. Back at the courtyard, since it was late, Bai Tingfang went straight to the kitchen to cook, while Ou Mucen took his son to do homework in the small courtyard downstairs. This courtyard, in fact, had a great layout. Besides the three-story little pavilion where they lived, the bottom was entirely an old-style garden. Although not large, it was quaint and atmospheric, having the feel of an old era—a quiet charm that Ye Ning had liked when she first chose this place. Ou Mucen was doing homework with his son under the flower trellis in the courtyard. The trellis was set up after they rented the place, just saying that when spring is bright, the flowers will bloom and climb up, making it even more beautiful. Indeed, this turned out to be the case. In less than two months, whatever she planted had grown green vines, almost reaching the top. The father and son were doing homework under these vines, with the twilight, setting sun, lush greenery, and evening breeze making everything look so comfortable yet so calm and elegant, except for another chair beside them, which was momentarily empty. When Lin Yebai walked in, this was the scene he saw: beneath the lush flower trellis, a tall and handsome man was leaning with a book against a bamboo chaise longue, while beside his feet was a little one in denim overalls, his round little head resting on a small table made especially for him, small hands holding a pen, writing stroke by stroke. “Dad, why do birds sing?” “Because they’re bored!” “Can’t they talk to the little buddies nearby?” The conversation couldn’t continue! Lin Yebai witnessed this, becoming even more irate, walked over to accuse the man: “Ou Mucen, how are you teaching the child? Is this how you teach kids? This way, won’t he be ruined?” Ou Mucen paused for a while, then moved his book aside to look at this man who suddenly appeared in his house acting all erratic. “My own son, I’ll teach him however I want, it’s none of your business.” “Oh, come on, you two stop arguing. Uncle Lin, I’m just playing around with Dad. The kindergarten questions are silly; how can birds sing? It’s just their vocal cords making that sound!” Ou Mucen shot him a cold glance: “Crazy!” Then went back to reading his book.