C169 Don't Have Any Bad Ideas

The little guy blinked his black phoenix eyes and looked at him sympathetically. A small head rested on his firm lower abdomen, using him as a pillow without a trace of politeness.

"Brat, if you keep nagging, I'll make you roll on the floor to sleep!"

Tigers don't send cats, do you think he's in danger?!

Hearing his father's serious threats, the little guy hurriedly drooped his head